Luna
God, I am nervous.
I drive through the slow-moving traffic as I try to slip away from the security. Dante has been following me since I had halfway exited the hill, I had managed to slip away from him about three times now, and yet the big guy catches up with me, following me from a distance.
I am sure that his arrogant boss aka my husband had instructed him to not let me
reach the auction venue, and lock me in his godforsaken mansion again. I am just 15 minutes away from the venue and I am damn sure not going back to the beast of a mansion without witnessing the demise of the auction today.
Dante tries to speed toward me in the evening traffic as I speed away from him too.
Fine.
I'm running out of patience.
Change of the plan.
I speed between the moving traffic and ta
