Nero
The men are already filing down the driveway when I pull Mikhail’s car out of his garage. We’ve used our twenty minutes, and it’s time to clear out.
My rearview mirror shows dark plumes of smoke already billowing from windows of the mansion. And even though I’d love for this bright red, my-d**k-is-small sports car to be a part of that burning mess, knowing I’ll send it to the chop shop as a final f**k you to Mikhail makes me feel better about taking it.
Payton groans a little as she settles further into the seat, and I make sure to take the corner slowly as I turn out onto the street.
“We’ll be home soon, Sweetness.” I rest my hand gently on her thigh, not sure where she’s hurting, not wanting to do more damage.
Her small palm covers my hand, so I flip mine over and lace our fing
