Riley Anderson
"I will get to the bottom of this" was the only thing Ricco told me when we left the office. He is mad at me; I can feel it, but I don’t want to piss him off by bombarding him with questions. I am seated in the backseat, going through my phone, and he is busy typing on his phone, probably talking to Matt or Weston.
"Babe, are you still mad at me?" I ask after contemplating what to do with this alone time we have. He is in the backseat, and he hasn’t spoken to me the whole time. Maybe I should have called him the moment I got the call, but I was just acting on my instincts and seeing where that got me.
"I need you to keep quiet, Riley. I am working on something and I need total concentration. Can you please do that for me?"
He asks, and that stings. No one has ever shush
