The taxi parked at a public beach parking lot.
"Miss are you sure this is where you want to go?" the driver asked in a heavy Spanish accent. He had not said a word since I stormed into the back of his cab as Adrian's men chased after me.
I had never been out on my own since the day I got off the jet that took us here and I sure as hell was not expecting my destination to be a public beach when I told the driver to take me anywhere far from the heavy and sophisticated gates of the Davonte Mansion.
Adrian was going to be flipping f*****g mad, but that was the last thing on my mind. If he wanted to keep his secrets, I was under no obligation to stay locked up like a prisoner the way he had kept me all these months.
His words replayed in my mind. He really said that. He actually f*****
