Roman smirked as we drove, and it wasn't long before we were in the heart of downtown, an area where I never really went. He pulled up to the curb, where a black SUV was sitting. It pulled out and moved-clearly one of his men holding a space for him — and he parked.
"Here we are," he said.
Without waiting for my response, Roman got out of the car and went around to the front. He leaned casually against the hood like a classic model, while I looked around trying to figure out what was going on.
He wasn't joking about not taking me shopping; this was not where you would go for that. This looked more like the part of the city where you'd find bankers and lawyers. He glanced back at me over his shoulder, and rather than protest anymore, I got out of the car and went over to him.
"Did you o
