CASSANDRA'S POV~
The car finally came to a stop in front of the shopping mall. I leaned back against the seat for a beat, collecting myself, then turned to the bodyguard who was already halfway out the car like I was a fragile antique vase that needed bubble wrap just to cross the street.
I narrowed my eyes on him. “You're staying here.”
His brows pulled together, clearly confused.
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “If you follow me, I’ll call Adriano and tell him you were rude, overbearing, and made me feel incredibly unsafe. You do know what he’d do to you if I complain, right? I could literally say the word, and you'd be scrubbing toilets in North Siberia by sundown.”
That did the trick.
The man visibly swallowed, then sighed. “Fine. But please be safe, ma’am. And if you’re not out in
