C H A P T E R - T H I R T E E N
I awoke in the middle of the night because the Camaro had stopped purring. He'd parked. I knew one thing when he assisted me out of the automobile through a door. I was not at home. I was aware of something else. I didn't mind. All I wanted to do was sleep.
"Bed," I mumbled.
"You got it, Sweet Pea."
Falcone helped me stumble up some noisy steps, and I was interested to look around, but I didn't have the energy. I saw a bed, groped my way to it, stripped down to my tiny black dress and amazing heels, and face landed into it.
It was already dawn.
Shit.
I raised one hand and moved my hair back from my face.
I then blinked.
The building I was in was enormous, and when I say enormous, I I mean enormous. At one point, it had to have been a warehouse. I
