Chapter 15: Ice Cream
Blinking profusely with my head cocked on the side while wearing a confused smile I hoped so intensely that the lack of sleep made me hear things.
“Yeah…” He continued. “It's kind of annoying if they start making a scene by trying to jump out of the car so I made sure to modify my cars.”
Great so I heard him perfectly. “But that Porsche car of yours didn't have that.” I pointed out.
He let out a care-free laugh not realizing that he was making me find refuge in the corner of the backseat. “Oh that? I was in a rush seeing how you were in danger, so I just took the first best car that I saw.” He explained. “I wouldn't take that car when I'm about to murder or… kidnap… someone…” He said slowly, halting his speech when he realized what he was saying. Swiftly he looked at me through his rearview mirror and was met with my blank expression.
“You know that I wouldn't hurt you, right baby?” He asked in a cooing voice like he was trying to calm down a child who's about to throw a tantrum.