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"Becky wanted you to carry her, so I thought it'd be safer to sit with her behind," "I don't understand, are you being serious right now?" "Elena is right," Adam chimed in, his eyes on the road. "it's not safe for you to sit in the front seat with a child my dear. Becky wants you to carry her," I looked behind and Becky was already fast asleep. I nodded and entered the back seat of the car. Adam began to drive as soon as I entered, and completely ignored me the entire time.

"Ms. Claire, are you stranded?" "I... yes. I need to get to Leo's school, but I can't get a ride." "Get in." The voice came from the shadows of the back seat—deep, commanding, and impossible to argue with. I didn't hesitate. I reached for the front passenger door, but it was occupied by golf bags and leather briefcases. "In the back," Carter directed. I slid into the rear seat. A polished wood console with a small tea bar separated us, creating a comfortable but intimate boundary.

He skillfully parked the Bentley behind a dense grove of trees, shielding us from prying eyes. In the backseat, our bodies intertwined like a tangle of vines, the leather seat cool against our heated skin. The dim light filtered through the misted windows, casting a hazy glow on our entangled forms. We made out on the backseat of the Bentley like a couple of horny teenagers. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but it was hot and naughty. Soon, our clothes joined each other in a heap on the car’s floor. “What if we get caught?” I panted, struggling to keep my balance as I straddled him on the slippery leather seat.

I still don’t know where we are going, but I don’t even care, as long as Braxton is there with me. He ushers me up the stairs into the plane. There are about six rows of seats, all of them plush leather, with carpeting on the floor and large television screens at the front of the plane where a door leads to the cabin, I imagine. I look behind me and see more doors. “There’s a bedroom and a bathroom back there,” Braxton explains, pointing to the doors in the back. “We won’t be traveling that long, though,” he assures me.

Steffan yelled at he got into the drivers’ seat and started the car. I got in the back seat next to Iza and she smiled at me. We drove unto the highway again and drove for awhile before we took an exit and drove unto a gravel road. I looked around in the car. It was very spaceus with a leather interior and a whole lot of buttons. “This car is more secure. The back is protected with bulletproof glass and other safety installments, I won’t bother you with.” Iza suddenly said as she watched me examine the car.

I sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, lost in my thoughts. The leather upholstery felt cool against my skin as I stared out the tinted windows, watching the world pass by in a blur. Two guards flanked me on either side, their expressions vigilant, as if expecting me to make a run for it at any moment. Little did they know, I had no intention of escaping.

She pushes a button to open it, disposing of the bags before it seals again. "If you'd like to sleep, the seats fold out into a bed." The driver tells her. "It's a lot better for your back." Cole thanks him, however, she wasn't sleepy. Especially, after having a nightmare. Instead, she let her gaze wander to the window. "Another road block…" Cole's mind drifts into memory. As the car ride took them past old buildings, houses and forests. --

We headed out towards the parking lot. Gabe opened the backseat door of the big black Mercedes for me. I didn't get time to ogle when Leo all but pushed me inside. "Guess you are about to find out!" Gabe said sliding in beside me while Leo ride the shotgun. There was another man, which I assume is a driver.

I go to open the front sit. “Back seat, I am not going to bite” he says. “ Front seat is fine sir” I said. “ No, back seat is fine” he says smiling,since he insisted , I join him at the back seat of the car. I shut the car door and move really far a bit from him. He continue what he was doing on his Ipad , I looked out and I decided to steal a look at the man beside me because many things are currently running through my head.

Emory’s grip was firm as he slid me into the back seat of one of Sebastian’s vintage two seater cars. I had no idea why we weren’t taking one of the more normal cars, but I guessed Emory just reached for the first car keys his hands could reach. The leather was cool against my overheated skin, but my wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, hackles raised. Something was very, very wrong, and I didn’t want to think that it had anything to do with my babies.