:12: The Drive

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Amira's POV

She was quiet as she observed Ryder while he drove the car, She was unbothered by the speed a custom to such a thing because the guys liked to drive fast. She didn't mind it.

She watches his composure the way he holds himself. He looks confident like he knows what hes doing. She wonders how long he has been planning this. His little kidnapping idea.

She silently rolls her eyes obviously not amused by his choice of breaking into her room. Granted she had expected it, but not as quick as he had. Tells her that he had been following them the entire time. He was smarter then she had given him credit for and that made her a little weary of him.

"There a reason you're staring?' He asks taking a rather sharp turn onto the road leading miles away from the city and into a more quant area that seemed almost desolate of people.

"Trying to figure you out" She states having no reason to lie.

He quirks his brow up at her and keeps his speed with the car driving it smooth despite the speeds he is managing to reach.

"Good luck with that" He replies in a calm manner.

She snickers in the slightest.

"Hard to tell if you're doing your Daddy's buisness or trying to impress him by taking me out on your own" She snaps a tad.

He chuckles a bit looking rather amused by her words.

"Ever think I stopped doing his bidding? Maybe, He has other reasons to come groveling to your dad. Maybe.. His little gang is failing because hes a selfish greedy asshole who doesn't care about killing people off without a reason" His voice grows a bit dark and angry when he speaks of his father.

This? Catches her off guard and she looks at him a little surprised.

"Guess that means you aren't doing this for your dad then.. That or you are a really good actor" She replies looking over his face.

He grips the steering wheel till his knuckles are turning white.

"I wouldn't act for him. And I wouldn't kidnap you for him either. Think of this as me keeping you safe instead" He says simply as he turns down a long driveway to a house surrounded by a large gate with sharp points at the tips of the top.

He drives in through the gates as they open and she looks around a little surprised it wasn't what she had expected not from someone like him. This hideout seemed.. Unique and she wasnt sure how she felt about that.

"How do you get inside?" She asks genuinely unsure.

He smirks a little
"You'll see"

He replied simply before he parked the car and got out and went around opening the door for her extending his hand to assist her in getting out.

She shrugs off the offer and gets out herself.

He chuckles and closes her door.
"Miss independent I see" He says.

She shrugs
"I can handle myself" She replies.

She looks around unsure how to find a way into the odd looking house.

He just starts to walk across the water, but as he is walking he isnt getting wet. Like theres clear pavement across the water to the door.

She hesitates, but follows his lead wincing a bit as she steps onto the clear glass beneath them crossing slowly to the door behind him being cautious of her steps.

He unlocks the door with his hand print and lets her inside.

The outside coverered in vines and moss, It didn't compare to the inside which was modern and beautiful and not what she had expected.

He shuts the door and locks It securely. She hears a noise and realizes its the clear walkway going beneath the murky water around the house.

"Pretty impressive" She says turning toward him.

He smirks a little
"Never doubt the weird looking ones because they have the coolest secrets" He replies

He slips off his jacket hanging it on the wall hook. He clearly felt safe here, but she wasn't sure she did.

"Can I get you a drink while we talk?" He asks.

She snickers
"You expect me to trust a drink?" She replies

He shrugs
"Was just an offer" He assures.

He pours himself a glass of bourbon before he returns to the living room and has a seat on the white couch with black throw pillow along it.

"Least have a seat so we can talk?" He asks sipping his drink.

Amira makes a soft noise, but she walks closer and sits on a chair away from him.

"Talk" She states.

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