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"We should get going," Vittore mumbled and I nodded. I run my hands down my dress and frowned when I reached a weird fold. I pushed my hand against it and it slipped inside. I gasped and did the same on the other side.
"It has pockets?" I inquired, completely bewildered.
"Of course it does," Vittore mumbled and I smiled, leaving my hands in the pockets. I was so going to use these.
"We just have to wait for my mother to get picked up for the transport," Vittore stated.
"When is that?" I asked at the same time the elevator dinged.
"Now."
I looked ahead to see Maddox walking into the penthouse, dressed in all black, a bullet proof vest around his chest and guns on his hip. He smiled at me.
"You look beautiful," he complemented and I gave a stiff smile.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly. "So you're transporting Faye?"
"Yep, me and some other men."