The next thing I heard was a slam of the door and boom!  The boot was opened. Sexy. My face is smeared with tears. Clothes drenched. Pupils dilated. He is shocked for a second. The next thing he did was to push me off and take a rifle. The boot slammed in my face. Then bullets began to fly. I hear screams of men and more bullets but I am sure he is standing still by the boot to keep me safe, while shooting. 

The shooting stopped for a while and the car began to move again. As though nothing had happened. When the car finally stopped. I hear the now familiar voice announce our arrival to Sexy- as I have now named the man from the club. 

“We’re home, boss.” He doesn’t say a word but the man leaves. I am relieved that I would be coming out of the boot. But I remained still. I didn’t hear the door of the car open. But the boot flung opened and Sexy dragged me out of the boot roughly and slammed me against another car.

"Ouch!" I groaned, sore from the long travel and the pain he just inflicted on me. 

“What the fuck do you think you are doing following me around!” he gritted, slapping me hard across the face. Warm tears began to roll down my eyes. My cheek stings and I am too weak and afraid to touch the spot.

“I let you go and you come back snooping?” He slapped the same spot. I threw up in pain. My cheek must be red. He gathered my hair in his hand and tilted my head. I sob silently. His eyes are completely dark. His eyebrows arched. He is furious.