We crouched behind an SUV, listening to the footsteps growing louder and closer.
Wait a minute—there were more than just one or two people! It sounded like a lot.
Before I could process it further, my phone rang at the worst possible time.
The underground parking garage was so quiet that the ringtone felt unusually loud.
It was from an unknown number. I quickly silenced it, but just as I did, I could hear the footsteps heading our way.
Seeing the danger, Natalie quickly grabbed my arm to pull me up, but we were instantly surrounded by several men.
I recognized a few of them—like Luke's subordinates.
Before long, the pretty boy appeared as well.
Phoebe didn't show up, probably too embarrassed to face us.
The pretty boy pushed through the group and stopped in front of us, arms crossed, grinning smugly.
"Didn't expect to be followed by two beautiful women," he said.
Could it be? Had we been counter-tracked?