After the football game, I leaned back in the driver’s seat, blew out a deep breath, and pulled out the gun from my jacket pocket. I hadn’t needed to take it out once, but more and more, cops had kept showing up during the night that I was feeling a bit too … anxious.
Allie stared at the gun in horror and leaned as far away from me as she could. “Imani! What are you doing with a gun?!”
“Using it to protect us,” I said, not able to keep it in anymore.
Allie was in as much danger as I was, and it wasn’t like her ultra-rich stepfather was going to protect her. Hell, I doubted Jace Harbor even knew how to hold a gun correctly.
“A gun?!” she asked, eyes wide.
“Yes, a gun. Now, will you stop screaming?! I need you to put it in the glove box. I’ve had it on me all night, and I really need a
