Chapter 8: His Gift

SCARLETT

“You should-” The cold man tries to speak but I cut him off.

“Before you say anything, please…..I really need your help. I know your car is not a rescue vehicle. It is one of four Rolls Royce Droptail to ever be made, each fully customized to the owner’s preference, so I know you’re a very rich and influential man but a rapist is after me and throwing me out would be the same as murder! Please!”

He narrows his eyes at me dangerously, but his lips seal, as if shocked.

I’m not sure if it’s my plea, or my knowledge on luxury cars. It’s one of the expensive hobbies dad spoiled me into, and it just slipped out.

“Your jacket Dean,” The man says to his driver in that low commanding tone of his.

“Sir?” Dean asks, but he only earns himself a nasty glare from his boss in response.

I look between them, wondering what’s going on as I wipe my teary face with the back of my hands.

Dean quickly takes off his jacket and hands it to the man, who throws it over my thigh with his icy black orbs