BECOMING THE WIFE OF A MAFIA BOSS
Bridget's lips curled slightly into a satisfied smirk. โWeโll see. Start the car and drive me to the city.โ
โYes, maโam,โ Hans said as he opened the passenger door for her.
As the car pulled out of the mansionโs long driveway, Bridget couldnโt help but notice Hans's composure. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm. โYou drive well,โ she remarked.
โThank you, maโam,โ Hans replied without breaking his focus on the road.
Bridget tilted her head, studying him. โWhy become a driver?โ she asked suddenly.
Hans hesitated for a moment. โPersonal reasons, maโam.โ
โHmm. Youโre full of secrets, arenโt you?โ Bridget teased, though her tone carried genuine curiosity. Somehow, she wanted to know the deepest of the deepest of his driver. That's how it works for her. Maybe.
Before Hans could reply, she noticed a black SUV trailing close behind them. Her instincts, sharp as ever, kicked in. โHans, speed up,โ she commanded. โWeโre being followed.โ
โYes, maโam,โ Hans said, immediately accelerating, maintaining his composed demeanor, and his expertise in driving.
The black SUV matched their pace, confirming Bridget's suspicion. โLose them,โ she ordered, gripping her seatbelt.
Hansโs hands moved deftly across the wheel, taking sharp turns and expertly navigating the highway. Bridget watched in amazement, realizing he was no ordinary driver. โWho are you, really?โ she asked, her voice low and filled with intrigue.
โJust your driver, maโam,โ Hans replied with a faint smile.