FIORELLA’S POV
The music faded behind us as we stepped out of the building through the back.
Nate’s car was parked a short distance away, and that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.
He was the only person conveniently parked behind the building.
He tugged my hand. “Hurry and get in the car.”
My instincts were screaming at me not to, but what choice did I have?
We reached the car and Nate opened the door, gesturing at me to get in.
“My gun,” I demanded.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t you trust me?”
I’d had enough already.
“You know what?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “No, I don’t. Yes, we went out once but I don’t even know you. So hand over my gun.”
Hurt flashed across his face.
But I didn’t regret my words.
I held a hand out. “Give it back,
