Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is rev...
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Syn pov
He drives like a fucking maniac.
Like we were fucking unkillable.
He sped a million miles an hour and I wasn't sure if he'd ever even touched the break.
I held on for dear life, as he sped though fucking red lights and swerved though traffic and stop signs like the rules of the road were fucking optional. He's a lunatic.
God he's going to kill me. Smash the car into a fucking dildo truck or something.
God wouldn't that be my luck.
I squeezed my eyes shut and he laughed. God I wanted to stab him.
When the car started to slow, I took my hand off of the emergency break and the ceiling oh fuck handle and sighed And when I opened my eyes the devil himself was looking at me.
"I don't know how to drive. But I'm certain if I did I'd drive a million times better than you just did." I said to him with a hiss as I turned my gaze away and looked at the city lights.
Downtown. The people. God I'm surprised they haven't called the police on us and we weren't swarmed with cops.
He was looking at me still and I pushed his gaze out of my mind as I looked at the blaring lights of the city I had stared at for weeks. Lights I wanted to be under.
The lights evoked the city with bustle and freedom, despite the darkness that began to fall and I wanted to be under them. I almost wanted to jump out of the car and run into them, see if he'd follow.
When I turned my gaze back onto his he grabbed his fucking huge ass gun and tucked in into his waistband. Bullets into the inside of his jacket,
"Are we going into fucking battle?" I asked him with a smile.
"Enemies are everywhere demon." He told me, leaning back, and I caught a glimpse of the tattoos that crawled up his chest, and imagined the others ones I couldn't see but wanted to drag my fingers up.
"If you get me shot—"
"You aren't going to get fucking shot." He told me with a angered growl. Half expecting me to hiss back.
"Good." I said simply. His eyes red hot, he looked so fuckable with his hair how it was and dressed in all black like he was the devil himself. I couldn't help but think how so many woman would drop their panties for him, despite the danger and murderous potential under his skin.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'm going to fuck the shit out of that little pussy of yours" he told me, words full of intention as I blinked. Heat pooling in the depths of me. "Come." He said, as he opened the door and stepped out, Before coming to my side and opening it, grabbing my hand as I stepped out too.
