The man honestly confused her. One minute, he was imposing threats. Then next he was protecting her from the men of the old man syndicate. Something odd and warmth touched her heart at the thought of him really protecting her. But she could only guess why he was doing it. Either he was still not done playing the villain on her, or he has another reason she couldn’t think but would surely benefit on his own advantage.
There’s no way he would protect her. But all was said and done. He lied. She was free.
Or that’s what she thought.
Because when she stepped footsteps on the road, a black sports car, sleek and really looking expensive, pulled on the driveway and in front of her. She gasped at the impossibly close contact. She internally praised the driving skills of the driver to pull ab
