LIAM
Drive through food was getting old, so I decided to make an exception for dinner.
After filling the tank, and allowing Bella to use the indoor restroom alone since there was absolutely nowhere she could escape to from this desolate gas station and mini mart, I searched the nearest restaurant between here and the next place I rented for us to stay.
There was a roadside steakhouse up ahead, not five miles from our next stop over. We pulled up outside the place which bragged, “Steaks, Seafood, Chops” in neon and I asked her, “If I let you go, are you going to be good?”, holding the key to the hand cuffs up to impart my meaning.
“I promise.” She rubbed her wrists dramatically. “Please, just let me be free of these for a bit. Not like there is anywhere to run to from this place. It’s s
