SIMONE'S POV
"Get used to it. And stay low until Nicholas gets back safely."
The rest of the drive passed in awkward silence. Carlos steered the winding roads with skillful ease, checking his mirrors constantly for signs of pursuit.
By the time we reached the mansion, I was exhausted from the adrenaline crash and the effect of everything that had happened.
The Vasquez mansion looked like every other normal mansion from the outside—elegant but not flashy, with manicured gardens and tall windows that glowed warmly in the night.
But I could see the security cameras positioned at strategic points, and several guards were stationed around the perimeter.
One guard approached the car as we pulled up to the gate, his eyes never leaving my face as he questioned Carlos. After wha
