28. A BAD BOY

"Go get dressed, we are going somewhere."

That was all it took to get her out of the house and down to wherever they were now.

Nothing more followed those words and now, they were in front of a skyscraper with different smaller buildings. She couldn't even point out where they were and why they were there.

David set the car to a halt, securing a pass from the valet parking services.

"Thank you, David," Callan said, smiling a little to ease the tension that compressed the car throughout the ride.

They got out of the car and headed to one of the small buildings. Orla stopped in her tracks when they were close to the door, hands delicately attached to her sides, she glanced at Callan and asked. "Where is this place and why are we here?"

"You don't have to trust me. You just have to come in to feed your curiosity." Callan responded, kissing his teeth.

Orla squinted, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. She trusted that Callan wouldn't sell her off to organ harvesters, he had a lot of money