MASON
“What are we doing?”
“Sshhh!” Both Matteo and Nate replied to Adam’s question. I was in the driver’s seat, and I kept my eyes on the road, but I knew Nate had twisted around. I could only imagine Matteo delivering his own glare next to Adam in the backseat.
The answer to his question wasn’t going to grab a burger, which is what I’d told him when we left the country club. Nate and Matteo had arrived, ready for our first errand, and we’d been leaving under the guise of going to get food when Adam decided a burger sounded good to him, too. Hence the uninvited guest.
“You know that guy who attacked Sam at the carnival?”
“Yeah.” His answer was slow, cautious.
“We’re dealing with him.”
“What?” He jerked upright, grabbing my seat. “What do you mean ‘dealing with’?”
Nate twisted arou
