Twenty

It was funny how a desert with a mere strip for a road, grew to become the Sin City. The sub was high up in the sky, glistening over the lighted-up city. It was too damn rowdy for me. People constantly came and went and it soon became a blur as I watched through the car window.

Behind me, in the backseat sat Luciano. Yeah, it was weird. He always made me sit in the back with him. Heck when the driver had come to pick us up at the airport, I had opened the back door only to get a glare and an order to sit in the front.

He was avoiding me.

I chuckled in realization, leaning my head against the window. My eyes caught my reflection in the side mirror and I allowed myself to grin. Never thought I'd see the day, the great Luciano would avoid women.

The car turned around a corner to a large resort where Mr. Caldwell had asked us to meet. The minute it swerved, my eyes narrowed and I sat upright, watching the side mirror intently. Someone was following us.

No, let me rephrase that.

Some