Chase’s P.O.V
I slammed my fists against the car door, the dull thud echoing in the confined space of Alex’s sleek black sedan.
The locks held firm, trapping me inside, and through the tinted window, I saw him standing just outside, his arms crossed, his smirk wide and mocking. “Let me out!” I shouted, my voice hoarse and so loud as I kept on yelling, my hands aching from the impact.
His laughter, low and cruel, filtered through the glass, and it fueled the rage burning in my chest. I yanked at the handle again, kicking the door, but it didn’t budge. He was toying with me, enjoying every second of my panic.
“Come on, Chase,” Alex called, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re embarrassing yourself. What’s the matter, Chase? Getting a little claustrophobic in there?”
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