I slipped out of the bedroom after grabbing my phone and made my way toward the front door. Two men in Devil's Wraith cuts stood guard just outside, and they moved to block my path the moment I stepped onto the porch.
“Ma’am,” one of them said respectfully but firmly, “Prez gave orders. You’re to stay on the property.”
I stopped short, confused, before the implication of the words sank in and frustration flared hot in my chest.
“I need to leave,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m just going to meet my friend. It’s important.”
The second man shook his head. “Sorry. Orders are orders. No one leaves without Prez’s permission.”
I stared at them, disbelief turning into anger. “So I’m a prisoner now? He saved me yesterday, and now he’s locking me up?”
Neither man answered, but t
