~Serena~

If I didn’t know Lia by heart, I wouldn’t even recognize her as the three men in jeans and shirt walk her out of the apartment. Those three men looked like they were on a morning stroll, but I knew trouble when I saw one. Their eyes were scanning left to right now and then, assessing every person that passed by them, looking for a threat. Their hands are stiff, ready to pull out the gun tucked in the waistbands of their jeans and shoot any danger on the spot. These men are no ...