Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today
I stumbled, my knees buckling, but a hand instantly gripped my elbow, steadying me.
"Easy," Noah said. He pulled off his suit jacket, revealing the tailored dress shirt beneath, now rumpled and smelling of exhaust. Even messy, he looked like a king inspecting a peasant's hovel.
"Where are we?" I asked, stretching my arms, hearing my joints pop.
"About seventy miles north of the city," he replied, tossing his suit jacket over one shoulder. "Far enough that the Vultures won't track us tonight. Close enough to get back when the market opens."
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