Raquel
Desperate men do desperate things.
They also make a lot of mistakes.
Favreaux isn’t thinking clearly, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous. It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t have a plan. He’s not even trying to be subtle when he drags me away, flashing his knife at everyone who dares cross his path. Concerned pedestrians pull their phones out to start recording the madness while others call for the police.
He doesn’t bother trying to hide his face from onlookers as he stops a little old lady from getting into her vehicle, threatening her with all sorts of violence until she finally gives up the keys. He shoves me into the passenger seat before hastily getting behind the wheel, slamming his foot down on the gas, causing the wheels to screech bloody murder as we weave into tr
