#Chapter 146 – To the Warehouse

I blink with surprise when I see that I’ve missed everything – that Frankie and Nico are already dragging two dazed, cuffed men away to the little sedan as Christian punches a third, the fourth laid out unconscious at his feet. God, but they work fast. When Christian steps into the Arby’s about three minutes later, he huffs a laugh when he sees me leaning against the counter, sipping my drink. “Do you want a fry?” I ask, casual, gesturing towards the tray next to me. He laughs again, harder, and steps close to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him, running a hand over my ponytail. “You actually ordered food?” “Girl’s gotta eat,” I say, smiling up at him. I’m playing it very cool right now, forcing myself to, because I know that it will be better for him if he thinks I’m calm. But inside, I’m basically screaming with anxiety, desperate to get out of here, and almost sobbing with gratitude that at first glance it looks like we got away with it and n