Page 47 of The Don's Virgin Obsession

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His loud ass Hellcat pulling up, music blasting.

I stood up, already annoyed.

He pulled beside me, leaned over, and pushed the passenger door open.

“Get in.”

I looked at him. “You could’ve turned the music down.”

He didn’t move to touch it. Just looked at me. “You need a ride, don’t you?”

I got in.

As soon as I sat down, I saw my coffee in the cup holder. And a bag.

He nodded toward it. “Ya girl said this’ll make you happy.”

I grabbed the drink, took a sip, and closed my eyes for a second.

That helped.

I reached into the bag and saw my usual sausage croissant.

“Thank you,” I said, calmer now.

He nodded once, eyes still on the road.

The ride was still hell.

The music loud as fuck, windows rattling, engine roaring every time he pressed the gas. Drakeo the Ruler “I Want It All” playing back-to-back, bass hitting through the seat.

I shifted, uncomfortable, cramping, trying not to let it show.

He stayed focused on the road.

Didn’t check on me.

Didn’t lower the music.

That somehow made it worse.

By the time we pulled up to Compton, I was ready to get out.

I stepped out first, adjusting myself, then walked ahead.

My crew was already moving.

Laila looked at me and smirked. “You made it.”

I gave her a look. “We’ll talk later.”

She smirked. “Aww. Thought you would like that.”

I frowned. “I didn’t.”

“I'm sorry. He took my phone as soon as I told him I had to get you.”

“It’s okay. Just don’t let it happen again.”

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