When Mason texted to say his driver was outside, I asked him to tell him to knock so he could be inside before I came down with my things, just in case Ruben decided to act up.
I was already done packing.
The knock came, and Ruben went to open the door. By the time I started coming down with my bags, the driver was already stepping in.
Ruben frowned. “Who are you?”
“I’m here for Ms. Mia,” the driver replied. That was all the explanation he gave.
Ruben turned, ready to question him further, then saw me with my bags. He came toward me. “Mia, what are you doing?”
The driver stepped in front of him without a word, took the bag from me, and gave a small nod for me to move.
Ruben hesitated, sizing the driver up. He might have been cruel, but he wasn’t stupid. One blow from that man and Ru
