Adan
“Where do you think you’re going?” I glared at Mason, following me past a Maserati as I headed toward the showroom.
“You’re not going anywhere without protection.” Mason looked up at me. “Not if I can help it.”
“Well, then, let’s go.” I hurried inside and darted around a corner, watching through the glass. Sure enough, two cars containing some of Fletcher’s men drove past and followed my limo.
Thunder rumbled, and the clouds started darkening.
“I knew he’d send his men to follow us.” I shood my head, looking around the showroom.
“May I help you?” a salesman asked behind me. When I turned around, he instantly recognized me. “Oh! Don Cole! How are you today? What can I do for you?”
“I need a car. Nice, but nothing flashy. Something I can take right now.” I tilted my head to the
