"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you."
I let out a humorless laugh.
"Yeah, right."
Easton arched an eyebrow.
"Are you still mad?"
"What do you think?"
"You have no reason to be."
I pressed my lips together and shot him a furious glare.
"Oh, really? What if, instead of Zoella, it had been Nate who called me? What if I'd run off in the middle of our date to go see him? Would you still tell me you had no reason to be angry?"
Easton sighed.
"Don't compare the two."
"Then explain to me what I saw, who those men were."
Silence settled between us for a few seconds. Finally, he let his shoulders slump.
"Zoella used to work for those people."
I frowned.
"What do you mean by 'used to work'?"
"They're a criminal organization. A mafia. For years, they forced her to work for
