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Chapter Eight|| What the Fuck, Sawyer

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Chapter Eight|| What the Fuck, Sawyer

Sam

"I like her, she's actually pretty hot despite the whole hair situation. I might just take her for myself."

Coen's words rang through my head and I clenched the steering wheel.

Of course he had said it intentionally, he knew I was somehow connected to her.

I couldn't let her get involved in this, I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy.

"What did you need us to talk about?" Sawyer asked as she tapped her fingers in sync to the music on the radio.

I looked at her for a second.

I mean, I wasn't in love for her but God was she beautiful. She had these big blue eyes that stared you down and her body kept haunting my dreams.

Had she not been dressed as a boy at school, many tools would be after her at the moment.

"Sam?"

I blinked a couple of times and stared at the pavemented road. "I need you to watch who you get involved with," I answered.

"What the fuck are you going on about?" She asked as she twisted her body towards my direction.

"Look, I work with these bad people and-"

"Is it ISIS?" She quickly cut off.

"No."

"The Taliban?"

"Will you let me talk," I hissed at her.

"The illuminati?"

"Yes," I sighed, "it's the illuminati."

Her eyes widened and she sat up straight. "Really?" She cried out.

"No, what the fuck, Sawyer."

Her face fell and she crossed her arms immediately.

I made a turn, I didn't know where I was heading, I was just driving around. "I work with some bad people," I started again, "I don't want you getting mixed up with any if those just because I know one of your stupid secrets."

She nodded and switched the radio, almost as if she was in her own little world.

I stopped the car and turned her chin towards me. "I need you to listen, Collins because if something happens to you, I won't be held responsible."

"What a gentlemen," she scoffed but she didn't move out of my grasp, and I didn't take my hand off her chin either.

"I'm being serious," I growled at her and I hadn't noticed our proximity until now.

To others it might've looked like we were a happy couple about to kiss in my parked car, when actually, I was seconds from bashing her head into the dashboard.