3. No More

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-(Y/n) POV-

Mycroft rushed out of the room, fury in his eyes... His brother mouthing numbers...

"I'm taking you to my house," Mycroft mumbled, pulling me down and into the street, a black car waiting for us made him chuckle. He open the door and forced me in, before jumping in himself... Without him saying anything the driver sped off.

"This is a trap..." Mumbling under my breath, the driver looked back and smile... His eyes dilated and wild... Drugs.

"Stop this car!" Mycroft yelled, but it didn't matter the driver pulled the brake and turned the wheel a hard left. The force pushed the car... Flipping it. Ok you have 20 seconds to fix this.... There isn't a fix! Car interior... Nothing, there aren't air bags. Planed. The pen on dash board will kill driver. Planed. No seat belts in back. Planed.

If I don't get Mycroft out of here, he will die... 18 seconds... I can't get out with him. Planed. Me or him!
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HIM!

Opening the door on my side I throw Mycroft out, his face stunned as I slammed the door back shut. My body slamming to the top of the car then back to the seat... It all went dark.

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