❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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LONDON January Location: Iva's Apartment, Carpark
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"Where are we going?" I sat in the passenger seat and kicked my heels off. Sitting on folded legs, I wasn't caring that I had exposed one whole thigh through the slit of my scarlet dress.
"Iva," Jax sighed from the driver seat beside me. I turned towards him, raising a brow before he unbuckled his seatbelt to reach towards the back of the car and grabbed a piece of blanket. Throwing it at me, he said, "Cover."
"I needed to stash my weapons, so I did wear shorts underneath," I explained.
"That's not the point, sweetness," he responded, facing his face forward instead of looking at me.
My hands fiddled with the soft cashmere blanket that I was handed with and wondered about the cute little white stars print on it. Staring fixedly at it for a while, I lifted my head to look at Jax again. I asked curiously, "What's up with this design?"
"Just use it," he mentioned, not answering the question and I shrugged a little before leaning back to my seat. I lay the blanket across my legs and Jax reached over to pull the seat belt across my body, clicking it shut against the buckle. He came close so suddenly that I had held onto my breath while my heart fluttered within my chest when his entire body was only a single inch away. Straightening back into his own seat, he smiled, "Ready to go?"
"You haven't answered my very first question, Jax," I reminded.
"I'll tell you on the way," he mentioned, revving up the engine of his black Lamborghini Huracán and swerved out of the carpark.
"You'd still go even when I'm not ready," I grumbled softly, rolling my eyes. "At least, it's a cool ride. No complains."
He chuckled and the moment we are out on the main road, he rammed hard on the gas pedal as the analogue speed metre hand sprung clockwise in an instantaneous manner. I felt a pump of adrenaline at the sudden acceleration and my eyes widened at the realisation that he was simply manoeuvring his way through the roads, steering clear of cars that were driving at half of the speed that we're going. My brows pushed together into a slight frown, knowing that we're most probably doomed for a chase if we had unfortunately chanced upon a police car. How hungry is he to want dinner this badly? I could only wonder.
"Iva," he called out to me, his tone slightly serious.
"What is it?" I responded, amazed by the fact that he could still talk to me while driving in this insane speed.
"Two rules when we reach there," he mentioned. "Hide your weapons properly and don't act unless I said so."
"Wait—" I stunned. "Aren't we just grabbing dinner?"
