Riding with the devil

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The man gets out of the car, and walks towards the front of my Fiat. My eyes follow his every move. He was wearing black jeans, and a black button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, allowing my eyes to rake over his tattoos. He looks like he is covered in tattoos.

"Woah, what a man...", drooled Diana. I turned to her and shushed her down, observing as the man opened the hood of my car and started working. A few moments later, he moves back and walks to my side. Feeling nervous, I roll down the window as he bends down. I gasp when the light hits his eyes; what a beautiful emerald green they were. My throat turns dry and his eyes look me up and down. This man has got me feeling all type of ways, I think.

"Your battery is utterly destroyed, you need a new one because even if I attached it to my battery it won't turn on", he said in a gruff sound. The sound of his voice sent vibrations through me. 

"So what should I do then?", I whisper, and then turn towards Diana only to find her fast asleep with her head against the window. I roll my eyes, of course we're in the middle of a crisis and she sleeps.

He looks at me for a moment, a storm raging his eyes. He stands straight and walks back to his car, and gets in. I huff and groan, slamming the wheel. Okay, get your stuff and wake Diana up we're walking home.

"Dee wake up we need to walk", I shake her. She moans and looks at me. "I had a dream this really hot guy came to help us", she sighs grabbing her purse and removing her heels. "It wasn't a dream, but there was nothing he could do. My car is not turning on so we need to walk," I explain. Her mouth forms an "o" shape before she nods. We get out of the car, my stomach in knots for having to leave her in the middle of the road. I quickly lock her, link my arm with Diana and start the walk.

"What do you think you're doing?", a voice booms loudly making us both jump. We quickly face the source, finding the tall tattooed man with his arms crossed.

"Uh, well you said there's nothing you can do... we're walking home", I speak looking down, feeling like a child being scolded by her parent. I realized how bad I must look, in sweatpants and a big hoodie and mentally curse Diana.

"I'm not going to let you walk at 6 am by yourself. It's still dark out, get in my car", he said. I gulp, this is how we were going to die. Diana looks at him, "Oh no we don't want to trouble you really, you've done enough. We've known these streets since we were kids, don't worry", she shakes. He tsks, and takes a step forward. He looks me up and down- I should be feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, right? But why am I not? Why do I feel tingly? An inner battle take place in my head.

With his eyes focused on mine, he spoke in a voice that left no place for questions. "I will drop you off. Get in the car, both of you". We stand there frozen, with him in front of us. As he goes to take another step forward, we run to his car. 

Diana and I look at each other, who's going to sit in the front seat? I mentally asked her. Before we can ask, the big man comes to us and opens the passenger side door, ushering me in. I swallow before nodding, and attempting to get in. Key word? Attempted- his car is so damn high. He saw me struggle, and smirked before putting both hands on my waist and lifting me up. I felt heat rush to my face-his hands were rough but in a nice way... He closes my door, not before putting my seat belt on for me, making me blush even more. I'm sure I looked like I got a really bad sunburn. 

Diana gets in, whistling lowly. I turn and glare at her, and then immediately face forward once he's in the car.

"What's your name?" I find myself asking in a small voice, playing with my fingers. "My name is Jack, Jack Hendrix. And you?" he replies gruffly, turning the car on.

"I'm Rose Marino, and this is Diana Lincoln", I reply looking at him. He smiles quickly, but then it disappears. 'Where do you live?" he asked.

"3454 Old Parkwood Road, the building where the bakery is" I explain and he nods. The drive is silent, awkward and heavy. I want to ask him so many questions like where is he from? Rosewood is a small town, and he is definitely not from here or why is he helping us?

My face must have revealed the turmoil going on in my head, because he turned to look at me and chuckled. "I'm in Rosewood for a couple of days. Visiting someone" he vaguely explained. I nodded my head, curious to know who in Rosewood might be his acquaintance.

Almost 10 minutes later, he pulls up in front my building. Diana quickly gets out of the car, while I slowly unbuckle my seat belt. "Thank you for your help, Jack. It was nice meeting you", I say shyly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Try not to be out so late next time, angel. You never know who you'll run into" he said, his eyes staring deeply in mine. His eyes were so beautiful, dark and mysterious. They tell a story pf a man who's seen many things in life.

I gave out a nervous chuckle at his statement I did end up meeting you I thought, but the words would not come out. I thanked him again, and wished him safe travels.

"I think I quite like Rosewood actually, I might stay longer than I thought" he stated as I was climbing out of his car. My head whipped back to look at him, only to have him wink at me and drive off, leaving to stare after him. 

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