"Jump"
"No way. Are you f*****g crazy?"
"You need to learn a few survival skills. Your father's men won't always be there to protect you"
"But you will. Right? You are going to protect me forever..."
"Ma'am? Mr. Gambone is here"
I don't bother opening my eyes. I'm too tired to move. His cologne assaults my nose before fingers brush my hair back. Then they caress my cheek. He's so incredibly gentle that I find myself swallowing the lump in my throat. If my eyes were open, they would be shining with tears. I'm glad they're not. Up until this moment, I didn't realize how much I missed feeling someone touch me.
"Are you okay?"
The answer is no, I'm not okay. If Christian hadn't forced me to jump out of a moving car, who knows what would have happened? I'll admit, I'm shaken. It j
