Kayla
I dropped my phone onto the dashboard. The girls were still going crazy in the group chat.
My main problem was Monet, she hadn't said a word. She was always around powerful people. And Monet loved to spill tea.
If she "accidentally" let it slip that Damien Blackwood was walking around with a gun, I didn't even want to think about the mess that would cause.
"We’re here," Damien said, cutting through my thoughts.
He was looking right at me, but I’d been so stuck in my own head I hadn't even realized we’d stopped.
He stepped out then opened the door for me, helping me out.
We walked inside the penthouse, and there was silence.
After a while, I couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Why do you even have a gun, Damien?" I asked with a high pitch because I was panicking internally.
