Nine.

(Lola's POV)

Chris kept swerving around traffic as he kept an eye out for the car that was behind us. I knew that our lives might be in danger, but I was just excited to be part of something as dangerous as this. For the first time in a long time, I could feel my adrenaline pumping, and I was loving it.

“Why would you put our lives in danger?!” Chris yelled at me as he stepped on the gas pedal.

I chuckled. “How should I have known that they were dangerous people?” I asked, clearly mot taking this as serious as he was.

He glared at me and said, “This isn't funny!” He barked.

I gathered the things I had pickpocketed from the men at the club and thought, “Maybe if we just threw these things out, they would stop following us.”

“Or they would be furious if they were damaged and it will piss them off more that you already have.” Chris stated as he took a hard right, I hit my head on the window.

“I have a plan.” He said this as he pulled out his phone, dialling with one hand while keeping hi