Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
he murmurs, reaching for the cheap burner phone we picked up last week and typing in the address of our next destination.
“One less thing on a list of about a million,” I murmur, pulling out my own burner. I pull up Fiona’s number as Daniel starts the car and begins to pull out of the driveway.
“Calculating Best Route to…Pier 62, South Point Marina.” I nod when I hear the phone speak out our destination, hoping everything goes as planned when we get there.
“Here we go,” Daniel murmurs, pulling onto the road.
I finish typing my message and press send.