Two Can Play That Game

Chapter Thirty-Six

Kivana Stewart

"Oh my god are we there yet?" I asked.

"Kivana if you ask that question one more time I swear I'm going to crash the fuck out." Jet snapped.

"Well you have this black bag over my head and it's kind of hard to breathe." I said.

I heard a switch before I felt the vehicle come to a stop.

"Don't move." He said.

I did as told before he poked a hole around the mouth.

"Thank you." I mumbled.

I felt the car move again.

"Can we get some food?" I asked.

I heard him huff.

"Kivana....if you don't shut up bro, DAMN! I should've got some fucking tape." He sighed.

"Would you rather me scream and fucking cry?" I snapped.

"Bruh, we almost there just sit back and shut the fuck up." He snapped.

"Sit back and shut the fuck up." I mocked.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He sighed.

"You know you could really just let me go." I said.

"Yeah, but I need this money." He mumbled.

"I don't have 2 million dollars...but I know someone who does." I said.

"I can't go off of who you know, I can only go off of what I know." He said.

I sighed before I felt the car come to a stop. I heard the door close before I felt my door open.

"I'm going to touch you now." He said.

He grabbed my forearm and pulled me out of the car. When he got me off of the plane I fought him...and let's say that didn't end well for me. He didn't hit me but his restraining techniques were crazy.

He helped me up what I assume was stairs before I heard a knock on the door.

"Jet." Byung said.

"Where's my money?" He asked.

I heard the sound of a key board and a notification sound.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Byung said.

"Fuck you." Jet mumbled.

"Hey what are you doing? Don't touch her." Byung snapped.

"Shut up." Jet snapped.

I felt Jet placed his hands on my shoulders before removing the bag off of my head.

I winched at the sunlight before my eyes fixated on his dark blue ones.

"I figured I'll allow you to see my face." He said.

I looked at him and nodded.