The past couple of weeks had been… eventful. And by eventful, I meant infuriatingly micromanaged by Dario.
Ever since that coffee shop incident, he had fully committed to making my life a walking security operation. I wasn’t allowed to take an Uber alone. Couldn’t go to class without one of his men lurking in the background like I was some kind of mafia princess in danger.
Maya, of course, was eating this up.
“Oh my God,” she had giggled over the phone last night. “You’re basically royalty now. Like a mob wife, but without the ring.”
I had thrown a pillow across the room, wishing it could hit her through the phone.
Now, as I sat trapped in Dario’s sleek black car, arms crossed and fully prepared to make this ride as difficult as possible, I sighed dramatically.
"Are you ever going to
