Like an inkling.
A premonition, moments before a crash.
I pull in a breath of air as Niko gets in on the driver’s side, and it smells like expensive cologne in the car.
“Since when do you wear cologne that smells like that?” I ask. “God, that’s fucking strong.”
Something is off.
Wrong.
That’s when I hear a sound behind me.
Like faint movement, where it shouldn’t be.
A sharp, biting tug lands on my throat a moment later and instantly, I start to choke.
It burns.
It takes a moment to register that there’s a fucking rope around my neck, coming from behind me in the back seat.
“Fuck,” Niko roars, lunging over to grab the attacker’s hands. “Get the fuck off of him or I’ll kill you.”
But the pull of the rope is hard.
It stings like hell against the front of my neck, and my breathing is fully cut off.
Niko’s lunging over and I hear the crack of bone behind me, probably Niko punching the guy somewhere it hurts.
I might die, I think idly.
Holy fucking fuck, am I going to die?
As Niko confronts the attacker, the guy seems like he’s struggling in the back seat. The rope moves along my neck, going slack for a moment before he tugs it harder again, choking me again.
Spots begin to form at the edges of my eyes and I struggle against the tug, but it’s no use.
“How the fuck are you here? How thefuckdid you find me? You’ll die for this, Callum.”
“It couldn’t just be him, could it?” Callum says.
Callum.
Holy fucking shit.
I can barely move, but I fumble for my phone, which is resting right on my lap.
How do you get to the emergency call function on the phone?
What do you do?
What the fuck do you press?
I can’t remember anything right now, and I’m losing oxygen again, only given brief moments to breathe when Niko manages to pry Callum's hands back for moments at a time.
“I knew it had to be something else. CamboyChaos, Niko? You were doing this while you were inmyhouse?”
I barely register the severity of what I hear.
