“Put your money away. You’re both women of Creed now. And our women don’t pay.”
I take the food just to get rid of him and shut the door. “I’m not sure if I like this. I like being independent,” my fingers lift a few of the blinds up, just enough to peek through. There’s three men now standing guard outside. Two of Smith’s and one of Roger’s.
“I told you. That’s why we need to go to San Fran. It’s our last shot.”
Placing the food down in the kitchen, I pour two glasses of wine handing her one. “To our last getaway...,” I toast drinking deeply.
Rog is gonna lose his shit when he finds out we’re gone. But that’s a week away and he doesn’t own me. It’ll be good to set my own boundaries with him; teach him I’ll be his but on my terms. I grin picturing the look on his face and the growl that will erupt from his chest. He’s gonna go crazy looking for me. I’m a bitch too, because the thought of driving him insane turns me on. I want him to come after me. Hell, I’ll even leave breadcrumbs for him to follow.
Smith’s a wildcard.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes her straight to Vegas. Maybe, I’ll have my chance to be a bridesmaid sooner than I thought.