Bad Boy Attraction

Chapter 8

I don’t know what I’m doing here, in front of my office, waiting for who I learned is the one of the most dangerous guys around here.

I try not to look at the red car parked a bit further, where I know Mickael and another of his colleague are waiting.

He said not to contact the police, but I am not stupid to go to his date without telling someone. Chloe sent a message to Mickael’s personal phone number. Jordan shouldn’t be able to know that, right?

A loud tire squeal gets my attention, and everyone’s else in the street. We can hear the car before we see it, loud music blasting from it.

The car arrives dangerously quickly, honking when it passes the police station. We hear laughter from the car, in the middle of the honking and music.

Then a motorbike arrives around the corner. The driver speeds up and lifts his bike up to drive on the back wheel, with an excited scream, just in front of the police station. He continues to speed up, and the police officers runs outside to get in their car to follow him and the crazy driver.

Another bike arrives and slalom dangerously close between the police cars and officers, before speeding up to join the first bike. The policemen follow them, while the bikers divide themselves, going in separate direction, the first car long gone.

At the same time, a car arrives fast and stops abruptly in front of me.

The windows are down, and I can see Jordan, with his sunglasses and his smirk.

“Get in, now.” He doesn’t leave any room for discussion, and his tone means quickly.

His expression makes me obey him, making me curse at myself for following his order, again. I just have the time to enter his car, that he starts the car again and drives fast.

“Buckle up, love.”

I listen to him, willingly this time, and put on quickly the seat belt. As I do so, I try to looks discreetly through the rear mirror for Mickael’s red car.

As soon as we hear the click of my seat belt, Jordan speeds up even faster. He suddenly lifts the handbrake while turning the steering wheel, making a U-turn swiftly. I scream as I hold myself on the passenger door. We were in a one-way road, and now are going on the other way, the wrong way. I see Mickael’s red car, which was following us, now in front of us. Jordan’s smirk grows bigger as he speeds up again.

I scream, seeing the car coming closer, and knowing we will crash into it.

Mickael moves his car the best he can on the side, but Jordan keeps trying to be in front of him, making me scream.

At the last minute, Jordan goes to the side, making the car jump slightly on the sidewalk, and we pass by the red car by only a few centimetres.

Jordan chuckles, not slowing down. I turn to see Mickael’s car stopped, two wheels on the sidewalk as well.

“You’re crazy!” I finally shout at him, once we get a bit further from all the commotion.

Jordan looks at me with a smirk before looking back at the road. “Told you there will be consequences at calling the police.”

“I haven’t contacted the police,” I mumble, making him chuckle.

“You know what I meant,” he answers, slowing down to a more reasonable speed.

“You should have made the rules clearer, you never said I couldn’t tell to someone else, who will be contacting the police,” I continue, sulking.

“Yeah, well. I never follow them anyway.”

I glare at him, at how proud of himself he is. Since he doesn’t care at all, I look out the window. We are in the middle of nowhere, an empty road, most probably out of town already.

A thought come back to my mind, from the police station.

“Aren’t you afraid they will arrest you for driving like crazy in the middle of the town, and especially in front of the police station?” I ask him, genuinely curious how this reckless guy hasn’t got caught yet and has nothing on him.

“Not my car, love. They can run the license plate, they will find a lovely old lady in about 100km from here,” answers Jordan.

I look at him and I cannot not feel impress by his confidence.

“What about the witnesses?”

“The glasses are so tinted it’s illegal, they can’t see who is inside.”

“Okay, but people have seen you inside, the window were down when I got in.”

Jordan gives me a side glance before looking back at the road with a smirk. “I might have gone a bit fast for people to say with confidence it was me. If someone dare says it, we can always counter attack by telling the driver was going way to fast to see him clearly. And that little distraction my friends did, got me covered for when you got in.”

I know that Mickael saw him, we almost crashed, he was close enough to see us.

I want to keep ask him, but I can’t tell him that without mentioning Mickael.

“You know the best part?” Jordan asks me, with amusement and I know I won’t like it. “That bastard won’t be able to testify against me.”

I look at him puzzled, and he smirks at me again.

“That asshole you called, the chief’s son, he wasn’t on duty.”

“So?” I ask him since he is waiting for my reaction.

“He followed us way past the speed limit, and he can’t say it was to catch me, since he wasn’t supposed to be on duty. And neither is his colleague. I made sure to check that before I left. He didn’t want to leave any trace of him working tonight otherwise that would mean you talked, but because of that, he can’t protect you.”

He looks at me, so proud of himself for what he just said and I cannot do anything else than glare at him, making him chuckle again. “Not that you need protection, love.”

He slows down the car, and I realize we are parked in front of a dinner. He gets out of the car and I follow him.

“Where are we?”

“At Loulo’s, it’s a nice and relax place,” Jordan answer, coming next to me. Without looking at me, he takes my hand, leading me inside.