Sebastianactually listened without protesting. Although he used his turn signal. Trees blockedour view of the water as we sped down the road. I wished Ihad a bettersense of where we should go. Maybe a remote farm where I could hide?
“You know, if you really want to giveme a lap dance that badly, you don’t have to hold me at gunpoint,” he said.
I glanced down, my butt was inching towards his crotch. I wiggled my left buttcheekagainst his muscled right leg mockingly.“Deal with it,” I said.
“Are you sure you want to distract me when I’m driving this fast?” he asked.
“I think you can handle it,” I said.
Sebastiansmiled.“I can handle a lot more than that.”
“I doubt that. I don’t think you can handle me any better than you can handle this car.”
His smile deepened, and he ran a finger down the inside of my leg. I tried to ignore the heat triggering within me.
“Trying to make me go faster?” he asked.
“Did it work?” I glanced pointedly at the Speed Key attached to the driver’s door,buthe made no movement to reach for it. It needed to be inserted in order to reach top speeds. I checked the rearview window. His men were keeping pace behind us.
Suddenly, a line of cars came into view ahead of us. They were lined up perpendicular to our fast approaching car. There wasn’t an inch between any of the cars, and they were completely cutting off our path.Shit.
This was the end. The Bugatti was a race car, not a tank. We couldn’t exactly ram the blockade.
“Do me a favor,” I said as we approached the cars.
“You’re seriously asking me for a favor aftertakingme hostage?” he said with asnort.
“Please shoot me if I can’t talk my way out of this,” I said.
He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. There was no way I could talk my way out of this. At least he was being kind enough to spare me that reminder.
I grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it to the right while slamming my foot on the brake. He swore as I punched the car into manual and hit the clutch. With a growl, Sebastian ripped the steering wheeltowards the trees. I shifted my foot back to the gas, and we spun in a 180. Before, any of the other cars could turn around, we were racing in the opposite direction.
“Next time, let me handle that,”he growled as we raced away from the blockade.
I shook my head, while grabbing the clutch in order to shift it back into automatic. “Like you would have actually done it if I asked.”
He sighed, but remained silent for a moment.
“Where are we going?” he asked.
It was my turn to remain silent as we raced up the emergency lane.
“Are you just planning on driving around until we run out of gas?” heasked.
I cut my eyes to the tank: it was halfempty.
Sebastiansighed again.“You have absolutely no plan,” he said.
“I didn’t exactly plan for any of thisto happenwhen I walked into your house,” Isaid, then instantly regretted it. Great, now I was revealing to my hostage that I had no idea what I was doing. I was losing control of this situation. Although, let’s be honest, I’d never had any control. Each moment, my only plan was to keep myself alive for a few more minutes.
“What my brother said about that debt collector,” hepaused, thencontinued, “is it true?”
At the mention of his brother, pain tightened around my chest. My lungs threatened to stop workingasI fought the images swimming behind my eyes.Finally, the pain faded back to the general achiness I’d been feeling since yesterday.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Sebastian. I know you and your brother put pressure on Ray, so you could low ball me.”
“What are you talkingabout?” he said.
