Francesca’s POV
In less than twenty-four hours, Matt had organized another place for us to stay, across town. Our things had been packed and moved in a blink of an eye. He had a company change all the windows for security bulletproof glass, and a whole CCTV system installed. To say he was worried was an understatement.
He had taken his promise to keep me around extremely seriously, and didn’t let me leave his sight even for a second. He had been working from home since the club was also a hot spot right now, and even the meetings were held in our kitchen. I was glad because driving around in that moldy minivan was less than thrilling. I can swear that the previous owner’s ass was imprinted in the cushion of the driver’s seat and I had more than once found unidentifiable objects in the we
