"Brock?" I ask nervously as he comes towards me.
He's not dressed in his usual all black mafia get-up. Instead, he looks more casual with a light pink button-down shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. His hair is slicked back in the same ponytail. He's still huge and intimidating no matter what he's wearing though.
"Alexa," he pants. "I'm sorry to intrude on you like this." He bends over, resting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he stands up straight and breathes in deep. "I need to talk to you."
"We're kind of on a date right now," Sonny says, furrowing his brows as he looks from Brock to me. "Who is this guy anyway? I thought you said you didn't know anyone here."
"I don't, but Brock's not from here. He's from LA," I answer, looking from
