"Could you drop me off at McKinley Village please?" I asked Dante.
I was sitting in the backseat of the car and he was the one who's driving. He sometimes glances at the side and rearview mirrors as if checking if someone's following us.
I couldn't stop myself from being paranoid because of that. Now, I checked time and time again, looking outside suspiciously. Getting nervous at the thought of another car hitting us or someone would appear and fire bullets out of nowhere.
After that fateful day, my life is not the same anymore...
He glanced at the mirror to look at me and shook his head.
I scowled. "I'm visiting my mom."
He only glanced at me from the mirror, "Master said it's dangerous."
I heaved a sigh and leaned back. The smell of leather greeted my nose as the Audi smoothly move along the high-way.
"I just want to see mom," I stated.
