I push my car harder as I ride towards the nail salon. I don’t know what is going on and I don’t like it, but I am not going to let anything bad happen to her. As I rev my car engine, I feel the power and the fear radiate through me. I weave in and out of traffic expertly, even though I would be a lot faster if I was on my bike. It’s a damn shame I didn’t ride it this morning. This is not okay. Before I left the club, I made sure to grab my boot knife and my glock. If I was going to have to keep her safe, then I was going to do it with everything I had available to me. I just know I am going to have to explain myself to Sam once everything finally comes to light.
I pull up in front of the nail salon about ten minutes after I sent my last text to her. Sam was sitting inside in one of the
