Kendra’s PoV
Noah was kidnapping me. It took a split second before I noticed the car was already in motion. I took a huge, fat gulp, holding on to my seat.
“You’re out of your flipping mind!” I cried.
Noah made a right turn and drove out of the campus premises. “I f*****g am,” he growled. “How much is five grand worth to you, Kendra?”
I measured my words. “Enough that I can actually use a phone to call the store.”
He burst into a low chuckle. “Yeah, like some South Side punk’s just going to deliver that rock based on a ‘phone call’.”
A derisive scoff from me betrayed me. I hate that he’s right. “Pull over Noah, I mean it.”
“Not until we’re in Chicago.”
“Okay,” I breathed, surrendering to impatience. “This caveman attitude is beneath me, I’m quite capable of handling my messes.”
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