Chapter 32 Not A Regular Lap Dog

• Alessia
• The car rolled to a stop, and I couldn’t help but gawk at the sprawling underground garage around me. Row after row of luxury cars glistened under the soft overhead lights, each one a testament to obscene wealth. Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins—each brand more extravagant than the last. I counted quickly in my head, but there had to be at least fifty cars parked here. My mouth went dry, and my fingers gripped the strap of my duffle bag tightly.
• “Where are we?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.