The Enemy of My Enemy

Gwen’s expression turned icy and she barked, "Where did you learn how to drive?!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Winslow," the chauffeur apologized immediately. "That car up front suddenly switched lanes. I had to stop."

"Eyes on the road," Gwen said with a displeased scowl.

However, that was when a burly, menacing man clad fully in black and wearing shades strode over to them. He knocked on Gwen's side of the