Mary's POV
The car sped down the road toward the airport. Ryder’s fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly it looked as though he wanted to crush it. I was paralyzed by the suffocating silence.
I knew crying or physically fighting back would be useless. This man was far too strong, and his anger was at its peak. If I wanted to return to the penthouse to open that safe, I had to use my brain, not my brawn.
I took a deep breath, swallowing all my disgust and anger, and forced a fake softness. I shifted closer, gently touching his muscular arm.
"Ryder..." I called out hoarsely, feigning a pleading look. "A-actually... I left something precious back in our room."
Ryder shot me a quick glance from the corner of his eye, not slowing down the car. "What is it? Leave it. I'll buy you
