"Get in my car." Sofia opened the door of the Mercedes.
"WHAT? She wants to date you?" Amir's expression was filled with mischief as he leaned against me, the bastard nudging me with his shoulder, "I always knew you two had something going on."
"Shut up."
The Mercedes followed the Lincoln Navigator in front.
Johnny's residence isn't in the city center, nor in the Upper East Side, but in a nearby upscale apartment area.
The police patrol here is very frequent, unlike the Upper East Side and Wynwood, with a police car passing by every ten minutes.
The response time is quick, each apartment in the community has an alarm system, with a sea-view apartment like this valued at over 7 million US dollars.
As a gang leader, he indeed makes a lot of money.
Half of us underlings rent houses, while the other half live in chaotic places like the Upper East Side or Wynwood.
"Aren't you envious?"
I didn't answer Sofia's question.
