Me and Mr. Jones
SIENNA
The ride to wherever Giovanni was taking me seemed to take for-f*****g-ever.
Night had set in. The dark indigo sky turned midnight blue, and a soft rain fell over the District of Columbia, making the world outside the car window wet and shiny.
The Washington Monument, a glowing edifice in the distance, gave me the middle finger as we rode by. I was surprised that the city wasn’t alive with light. Unlike New York, DC had a quietness to it, a subdued shame that filtered through the streets like the feel of a desecrated funeral.
But right now it seemed the only entity dying in the entire district was my spirit.
I thanked God that Grimm was there. The tension inside of the vehicle was thick, ripe with sexuality, and if it weren’t for his presence, I might have jum
