The photos stayed burned into my head for the next two days because every time I closed my eyes I saw myself sleeping while somebody close enough to take pictures from inside my apartment.
Nobody around the clubhouse relaxed after that. Not even for a second.
Drake practically moved into the apartment overnight because the next evening he carried down a duffle bag full of clothes, ammo, tools and enough weapons to start a small war.
“You planning on leaving any room for me?” I asked while watching him shove another handgun into the bedside drawer.
“You’re funny if you think I’m leaving you alone now.” He said.
I leaned against the kitchen counter while he installed another lock near the front door.
“You know this is rediculous.” I said.
“No. This is getting safe.” Drake repli
