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With a low growl, the window’s regulator snapped, and the pane slammed all the way down. Ava and the cabby both jumped in surprise. Cursing, the driver laid on the horn, “No no no no no!” “I did ask nicely,” Xavier leaned down until his face was framed in the open window. “Sort of.” “*Fuck this*!” The cab driver cried before turning around to look to where Ava sat pressed against the opposite window, out of Xavier’s reach. “Get the fuck out my car.” Ava’s eyes went wide, shooting between the cab driver and Xavier’s thoroughly unamused face, made even more menacing by the shadowy backlighting of a nearby streetlamp, “*Seriously*?!”

Paul stared at the money in his hands, deep in thought. Did he look broke? What an interesting night this was. He didn't hail another cab. Instead he called his assistant and had him arrange for a driver to pick him up. Then, he said, "Investigate someone for me." Anyone stealing his cab surely had a death wish. Stephanie had no idea that by getting into someone else's cab, she had invoked the wrath of a man who would never let it go.

"Come on, tell me what you got for me? Did you find the driver that works in an airport in the same place I asked you to go look for him?" "Yes, I did, amigo!" Pablo replied. "I found him having sex with a Japanese woman when I arrived. It was messed up, amigo. I mean, the woman's breasts was on top of his face and all he could do was moan and tell the woman to kill him with her breasts." Carlos laughed and then turned to Clark, Savannah and Michael just to see if they found Pablo's report about the driver funny. Clark, Savannah and Michael's face were blunt. "Did you ask him about the Priory of Göteborg?" Carlos continued.

I'm not interested in becoming anyone's sugar daddy. "Shit, you're right! It's him!" The driver swears loudly and rolls down their window. It's a young girl wearing a baseball cap. Her lips form this creepy smile, sending a row of shudders down my spine. "Girls, we have to film this moment! I can't believe Killian Phoenix is standing in the parking lot!" The driver is now sticking out their camera, not thinking about steering the car for five bucks. I try to scream, knowing I can't outrun the vehicle, but the air gets caught in my throat.

Only 10 seconds away, Carl blasted his horn and got the young man’s attention, “Get in or die?!” He shouted as he continued to blast his horns. Salazar looked unto Carl’s way, and this shocked the young man. He guessed this crazy man in a Ferrari was also part of the game, but who cares? He needed to survive the night without sacrificing his virginity. So he quickly decided and hopped onto the passenger seat, and Carl immediately sped away from the hotel. *** Sabrina settled the drunk Solomon on one of the couches and gave the coach a call;

Paolo was communicating and typing on his laptop while Leo was on the passenger seat strapping in his guns and the bullet casings. The driver was taking them through the traffic as if they were going to a casual lunch. While in reality they have the cleaning crew in the back seat and another car was following them with more men for the actual cleanup before they set the scene as a robbery gone bad and everyone was going to be dead.

Piper I stepped out of the cab the moment it came to a stop and immediately went around to the trunk. After pulling my bike free, I dug into my pocket and handed the driver a bill without waiting for him to calculate anything. The old man smiled politely and started reaching into his pocket. “Thank you, miss. Let me just get your change—” “No need, sir,” I said quickly, already shaking my head. “I don’t need the change.” He paused, looking a little surprised. “Are you sure? It’s no trouble.”

“Sarah, we need you to come with us.” “Go to hell,” I snapped. I turned back to the cab, opening the door, but before I could get in, Luca slammed it shut with a loud thud. “Hey, let the girl go!” the cab driver yelled, leaning out of his window. “Or I’m calling the police.” he added. Luca didn’t even flinch. He slowly reached inside his jacket and flashed a gun, just enough for the driver to see. “Drive away, now,” he said calmly, “or you’ll have a bullet in your head.”

I was outside the restaurant and was about to stepped inside the cab when he caught on. “Kate, wait!” Zachary spoke in an authoritative voice. Just like that and his knights appeared and surrounded the cab. When I glanced at the driver, he looked like he was about to freak out from shock upon seeing the men in black who looked like the modern version of grim reapers, but then Captain Tau managed to pacify him with one look. The latter put his index finger over his mouth. The driver nodded, sweating. I turned to Zachary. “I believe our conversation is already over, your majesty.”

I looked around, and my heart skipped a beat. “Where… this isn’t—” I began, my hand tightening on the door handle. My protest died in my throat when I saw another car with tinted windows pull up at speed and block us in front. Another slid in behind, sealing our exit. “What is going on?!” I said the driver, holding Angel tightly. The cab driver killed the engine and turned to me. "What is happening?" I asked him again. “How nice to meet you in person, Charlotte Hunter,” the cab driver said with a grin, pointing a gun at me. My eyes widened. Oh no!