Erica's POV
Ashley and I pull up outside of a seedy looking bar. It is only a few blocks from the apartment that I am hoping to get. If I get the job I wouldn't have any problems walking to and from work. Even in the middle of the night I would be comfortable walking to and from work. My father made sure that I learned to fight. I know how to take care of myself.
Ashley puts the car in park and clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "I am not going in there," she says. Her nose is wrinkled up in disgust.
"You don't have to," I say to her trying to sound brave. "You can go ahead and head back to the pack house. If I run into trouble I will call you."
"All of your s**t is in my car," Ashley reminds me and I chew on my lip.
"Okay. Just wait for me here," I tell h
