Chapter 2
Mia’s POV
I took another sip of the whiskey and followed them deeper into the warehouse, my heels echoing on the concrete floor.
The back room surprised the hell out of me.
It was fixed up nicely with soft couches pushed against the walls, a mini-fridge humming in the corner, and low warm lights that made everything feel less like a dump and more like some secret hangout spot.
My body still buzzed from the walk inside, n*****s hard from the cool air and the way these three kept looking at me.
Alex handed me a cold beer from the fridge instead of more whiskey. “Here, this’ll help you loosen up after that scare. We keep this place stocked for nights like this.”
“Thanks,” I muttered, twisting the cap off.
The cold bottle felt good against my warm palm. I sat on the edge
