Obsidian

{Four🖤}

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"You have three seconds to tell me who the fuck you are before I put a bullet between your eyes"

I knew he was serious.

I knew.

I rarely ever feel fear, but something told me I should be afraid of this man. That the threat that had just left his lips was not a threat at all - but a promise. One he would likely fufil without a second thought.

But that's my problem.

It's not that I am unaware to the consequences of my actions, trust me - I am. It's just hard for me to care. I don't care.

"That wouldn't be very smart, considering i'm the one driving" I replied back with a roll of my eyes.

As soon as I had completed the action, I felt my hair yank and my head lifted forcfully. I gasped at the sudden action as the gun was pushed deeper to the side of my head.

That's definitely gonna leave a mark.

"Dont fuck with me. I don't appreciate smart mouth bitches who try to steal from me" The stranger growled out, gripping my hair tighter
"Now answer my question!"

"Bitch?" I gasped, pretending to be shocked that the man whos car I was trying to steal had insulted me. "Does your mommy know you talk to women that way" I questioned back with a raised eyebrow.

I could sense his fury. From the way his grip on the gun tightened, to the audible sounds of his staggered breath.

Not once had I taken my eyes off the road, crashing was not something that appealed to me. I could however partially see the stranger out of the corner of my eyes.

He had dark brown hair, paired with a strong jawline and full lips. His beautiful hunter green orbs glared at me, burning holes into my skull.

Suddenly I felt extremely self conscious, and started shifting around in the driver seat, hoping he couldn't see through my brave front I was putting on.

As I tried to move, his grasp on my hair became tougher and he draged me back to my original position.

"Ouch. Save the hair pulling for the bedroom, sweetheart" I purred, earning me a scowl from the green eyed stranger.

"I'm not going to ask you again. What. is. Your. Name?" he gritted out, enusiating all of his words to ensure I understood him. He wasn't making it easy on me to drive, not with a gun pointed at me and his hands wrapped in my hair, so I sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy on him.

"Whatever you'd like it to be, hansome" I replied, keeping  a straight face and nonchalant tone.

In the blink of an eye the gun was removed from my temple, and Mr Mysterious was glaring into my eyes with a murderous look. I sighed, almost missing the cool feeling of metal against my skin, almost wishing he would put it back.

Almost

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked with pinched brows as be refused to speak.

...

Silence.

"Hello?"

...

Silence

I figured he wasn't used to people disobeying him, and that he would just need some time adjusting. So I let him have it.

We drove in utter silence for about 5 minutes before he pushed me to the side and climbed over the seats, and sat in the passenger side.

Another 5 minutes of silence went by, before he finally spoke up again.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked humorlessly as he glared out me once more.