CHAPTER 62
Nero
“What do you mean?” Payton asks, trying to keep up with my long strides.
I don’t answer, keeping my attention on our surroundings.
I shouldn’t’ve f****d her. I should’ve dragged her all the way out of bed, thrown her over my shoulder, and carried her to my car. But no. Her thick, pale thighs just had to be on display. Her messy hair and tear-stained face forcing my d**k from hard to steel.
“Nero?” She’s jogging now, but I pull her to a stop at the top of the stairwell.
Letting go of her arm, I press my hand to her chest, pushing her back to the wall. “Don’t move.”
She nods, and I keep my eyes up as I crouch. In a matter of seconds, I tug up my pant leg, exposing my ankle holster, and pull my backup gun free.
Payton lets out a small gasp behind me, and I expect to fi
