~SARA~
The car crawls to a stop on a street that looks like it has been forgotten by God and city planning alike, and Alex and I step down from the Range Rover, the thick, warm air slapping against our skin.
Alex had gone with me, of course, and Jake had helped with the exact location of Raya X—a bar squatting at the corner of the road like a bad habit.
The street buzzes with activity as we walk by, and people pause and stare at us as we pass. Some of them whisper amongst themselves, averting their gazes. Others gawk at us, while most frown.
Alex, seeing the attention, leans close and whispers, “Don’t leave my side. Not even for a second.”
To which I roll my eyes and grunt. “Yes, Daddy.”
He ignores the comment but stays close as we head for our destination—the bar.
The moment we ste
