Later that afternoon, after lunch with my mom, I had one of Sante's bodyguards drive me over to McKayla’s house. When we had to stop at a gas station to refill, I opened the door to step out, but he blocked me from leaving.
“Mrs. Calabresi, you have to stay in the car.”
“What’s your name?”
“Viktor, ma’am.”
“Viktor, call me Rena. I’m not married yet or old.”
“Mr. Calabresi wants us to be professional at all times.”
“He’s not here, is he?
“No, ma’am. I mean, sorry, Rena.”
He smiled, and I winked a left brow.
“It’s a gas station; no one's going to do anything here. Besides, I want to grab some snacks and use the restroom.”
Viktor looked nervous, and I felt bad about the stress of my running away with the other guards, so I promised Sante I would behave this time.
“Look, I left my w
