Chapter FIVE

ADRIK

North Bergen was like most Jersey towns, only this one seemed to be designed by a lunatic. Whoever planned that city must have been fucked up on something strong, because the streets made no sense. Never mind that some were so steep they were on seventy degree angles, but others just stopped in the middle of the map with no rhyme or reason.

I could not imagine learning to drive in such a town or riding a bicycle. But this was where Sofia had grown up. I frowned as we sat in the heavy traffic, even more dense in Jersey than it was in Manhattan. But eventually, and under the original forty-one minute timeline, we arrived.

I put my hand on Sofia’s thigh, stopping her from jumping out of the vehicle before my guy could open the door. She looked down but did not remove it, and something spiked within my blood. Pride maybe that she obeyed, that she trusted me to keep her safe.