Payton
With a warm bag of fast-food tacos on my lap, I watch, mouth agape, as Nero pulls through a gate that looks like it belongs in front of a castle.
We’re only about ten minutes outside of the city, but it might as well be a whole different world.
I’ve only gotten glimpses of the gigantic houses as we pass, since it’s dark out and the driveways look like they’re all a mile long, Nero’s being no exception.
The gate rolls closed behind us automatically, but I don’t miss the two men standing nearby.
On the first phone call Nero made when we left my apartment, he said something about “a full perimeter”. I assumed this had something to do with security, so I’m not surprised to see more men walking around the property as we approach the house.
Not house. Mansion.
Nero’s home looms out
