“Just, fuck off, Diablo.”
“Suit yourself,” he sounded like he was almost laughing. “But I’m going to tell you ‘I told you so’ when you beg me to fuck that attitude right out of you.”
“Drop dead, Diablo.”
“I’d rather have you drop to your knees in front of me, and I will happily return the favor. Just say the words.” Was he serious right now?
“You’re disgusting, and do you not think it's a little too soon to be making jokes about getting onto my knees after what just happened? These fucking cable ties are cutting my wrists up, so if this is a joke from your brother, I am going to cut his fucking dick off.”
“Surprisingly, you wouldn’t be the first girl to try to do that to him.”
“What?”
“He's an asshole.” Was all he said.
“So are you.”
Snorting, he simply said, “Touché.”
Suddenly the van took a sharp corner and began speeding. This was New York City, there was no such thing as speeding, there was traffic, and then, you guessed it, more traffic. Where the hell were they taking us?
“You sure that this is just your brother playing a joke?” What kind of person did this as a joke, and to involve a complete stranger? This was not funny in the slightest.
After a moment, he finally answered, “Yeah, probably.”
“And if it isn’t?” Because there was no way, someone would do this to people as a joke, right? That was not a normal thing to do to another person.
“Then I guess we need to…”
“We need to what?” when he hesitated, my heart began to race, even more.
“I don’t know, Sneaks.”
Groaning, I couldn’t stop my reaction. “Will you stop calling me that!”
“Absolutely not, it will forever be my name for you.”
“No offense, actually no, please do take offense, but if I know you for one more hour, it will be too long.” And that was an understatement. It had already been too long.
“So much feistiness in one small body.”
“If my hands weren’t tied up right now, I would punch you in that perfect face.”
“So, you think I’m perfect?” He was almost gloating, and my fists curled. If only I wasn’t tied up, I could punch him in that face, and with any luck, I would break his nose, and not my fist.
Knowing my luck, though, it would likely be the latter. Figures.
A loud bang behind us made me jump, followed by the robotic voice, “Shut the fuck up, now!”
Swallowing the excess saliva in my mouth, I began to breathe deeply, attempting to calm myself down.
What the hell was going on here?
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