Mackenzie's P.O.V.
I tie my seat belt as Mr. Orlando gets in the car and closes the door.
"Oh, wait." He was about to turn on the engine but stopped and reaches his hand behind my neck and puts my hood on.
"Great. Don't put it down until I tell you to." He says before taking his hand to the staring wheel.
"Um, okay." I confusingly nod as he starts driving.
As it's Sunday, like he said, he is taking me out. God knows where, but I just care that I need some fresh air, that's all. But he again tied that weird machine on my hand which he says will give me shock if I try to run away from him, how does he even get this ideas?
"Where are we going?"
"At the mall? Do you want to?"
"No problem." I shrug. "I hope it won't be a silent ride. Please?"
"Do you like to talk nonsense all day lon
