“Sorry, lady. If my man took you, it’s for your own good. Or maybe his own good.” I can picture the stupid grin that’s probably on his face.
Savannah lunges for her car door, jerking wildly on the handle.
But it doesn’t open, and it won’t until I choose to open it for her.
“Quit,” I tell her.
She doesn’t.
“Quit it!” I shout, trying to break through her panic.
While she keeps trying, her sobs turning to hiccups, I keep hold of the steering wheel with my left hand and lean across, snagging both her wrists in my right.
She screams, the sound nearly deafening in the enclosed space.
“Jesus, woman!” She almost dislodges my grip, so I tighten my hold. “Just f*****g chill!”
Her struggle only intensifies, and I have to tug her hands toward me, pulling her half over the center console to ge
