Nadia sat grumpily in his car, a pout on her face. Staring ahead as he weaved in and out of traffic, the speedometer on his dash read ninety, and he showed no sign of slowing down. She gnawed on her lip so she wouldn't say anything and held onto the Oh shit handle for dear life. The typical commute from Clearwater to Tampa took less than thirty minutes.

When they reached her crummy apartment, she had half a mind to kiss the ground, but she was determined not to let him know she was bothered. If she could ride with Ella, then she could ride with anyone.

She went to stick her key in the lock, but the door was already cracked open.

"Stay here, Nadia, while I check the apartment." She looked back to see a nervous Colton, a Smith and Wesson M&P 40c concealed in his hand. He stepped in front of her and slowly entered

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