NAAYA’S POV:
I was afraid and terrified of his presence in the car, my heart ticking like a bomb, making me more and more anxious and restless. The heaving of his chest and the movement of his hand around the gear now and then was making me fear him even more. For every jerk of his hand, my heart rose to my chest, making me fear that he may grab me and do something.
Maybe coming with him was not such a good idea. I knew he was trying to look back at me but I glued myself to the window making it challenging for him to have a clear view. I was petrified of his cold grey eyes, which were like broken pieces of a puzzle, mysterious and hard to get. There was ruthlessness in them and an urge for destruction.
Suddenly the car halted at the side of Brooklyn Bridge and he got out. Before I co
