RACHEL
"Don't make a sound. I'll stab your side. Give me the key," he said to me while pointing a knife at my side.
"Sir, this isn't my motorcycle," I told him.
"And whose is it?" he asked me arrogantly.
"It's Gov Adam's," I replied, softening my voice.
"Are you trying to fool us?" one of them said.
"What if it's governor's? We don't care. Just hand it over to avoid getting hurt," he said to me.
"If I were you guys, I'd just let me go. I'm really telling the truth; this motorcycle belongs to Gov. You'll be in trouble with him if you take his motorcycle. Especially since he's the only one with this kind of motorcycle here. You won't make any money either because they know this motorcycle belongs to Gov," I told them.
"We really don't—"
I grabbed his hand that was holding the knife.
