Chapter 27 | Nightmare

FRANCESCA

We opened the two-way door, and unlike the center of Lockwood city, this place wasn't that crowded, which was good news. The fewer people saw me, the better for them and me.

I pushed the reluctant Trent to keep moving with the gun pointed at his back while the lady with dyed purple hair at the counter watched us with a fixed gaze.

Although I made sure not to let it be obvious that I was pointing a gun at the innocent guy to help me get some clothes here.

We swiftly went to the ladies' section of the mall, and I told him to grab me some leather jeans, a white top, and a black jacket.

I grabbed the panties I wanted to wear myself because I didn't trust his sweaty hands and where they had been all this while.

"Stay here and don't leave me," I warned Trent while entering the changing area to at least put on the panties so as not to feel his eyes on me every time.

"How can I? You'll fucking kill me," he responded, turning his back to me while I changed.

I would have loved to show