After half an hour, a black car with tinted windows pulled up to the curb. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused, because it didn't look like a taxi. I just assumed it to be one of Dad's friends or business associates coming to pick us up.
We got into the car, and the person began to drive. He had brown skin, black hair, green eyes, and a rugged, scruffy appearance. He was wearing a black jacket paired with black jeans, and he had a serpent tattoo on his neck.
"Very beautiful..." he murmured, as he stared at me through the rear-view mirror with a predatory regard. "Very beautiful."
I could feel bile swim in my stomach, uncomfortable with the comments he was making towards me.
"Don't speak like that about my fucking daughter," Dad snarled.
"Now, now, Khalid..." the man smirked, cocking his head to the side, with a threatening tone in his voice, "there's no need to speak like that to me. Remember your motherfucking place."
Dad swallowed, sweating profusely, as the man pushed his foot down on the accelerator, driving faster.
"Y – yes," Dad gulped. "Sorry, Antonio."
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