It was Devin. He looked like hell and was ghastly white. I turned on Cedric. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Nina, I just had to tell him you were safe.” “You son of a bitch!” I honked the horn, garnering the attention of the restaurant goers who turned to look at us as Devin got into the back seat. Cedric addressed me with caution. “We are not going to hurt you.” I pulled my gun from my lap, pointing it back and forth between both men. Cedric spoke again. “Nina, you can exit the vehicle now and neither of us will follow you. You are free to go.” I looked at Cedric and then back at Devin, who looked at me with alarm before spouting off, “I really would love it if you would put that FUCKING GUN DOWN!” “Don’t yell at me!” “Stop shooting me!” Cedric grinned at us then turned on my ignition.
