“I told you, I’m nobody. Get in that car right now or you’re going to end up like poor Dia.”
I blinked at him, then stared at the SUV. “I don’t do cars.” Another round of panic threatened to overwhelm me.
I hadn’t been in a car in three years.
“What are you talking about?”
“I ride my bike. I don’t do cars. Please, I can ride my bike and meet you—”
He let out another annoyed breath, then bent forward and lifted me up over his shoulder. I let out a shout and tried to hit him in the back, but it was like pounding against a brick wall. He opened the door and shoved me inside like luggage, then climbed in.
I scrambled for the door, but the driver locked it.
“Please let me out,” I said, hyperventilating. “Please, please, please, please let me out. I don’t do cars. I don’t ride in cars.”
Roman only stared at me with a frown. “Drive, Erick.”
“Where to, boss?”
“My house in Avalon.”
The car pulled out, and I sank down in the seat, breathing so hard I thought I might rip a hole in my throat, barely keeping the overwhelming animal fear at bay.