"Fuck!"
"Fuck! Oh my God!"
Latisha gasped, clutching the car seat as Gun's hand gripped her neck. He was far from in his right mind, the pills amplifying the chaos in his head.
The absurdity of what they were doing in the backseat of a car they both knew she didn't even own barely registered to him.
With a sharp slap to her ass, he found the only thing grounding him in a world that was rapidly spiraling out of control, the bounce of her body in response.
He pushed her lower, thrusting deeper, his movements frantic. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" she gasped, choking out the words. "Any deeper, and I'll fucking die! Gun, it's okay—shit!"
But he wasn't listening. The pills had hijacked his thoughts, reducing him to primal instinct. His hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to make her whimper.
"Sorry," he muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm just really pissed, so… I'm gonna be a bit rough."
"Bit?!" Her voice cracked as an orgasm ripped through her. "Oh—oh my God…"
He held her firmly, his rhythm relentless until his own release hit, leaving them both panting and spent in the stillness of the car.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the engine.
"Whose car is this?" Gun finally asked, his voice hoarse.
Latisha chuckled, still catching her breath. "Don't know. Stole it."
He didn't even flinch at the admission. "I got an idea," he said, his tone sharp with newfound determination.
"Oh? Pray tell," she smirked, her beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief.
The problem with Latisha, Gun thought, was that she was too damn fine for her own good—or his.
"How do you catch a scammer?" he asked, his confidence returning.
"With an obvious bait," he answered himself, his lips curling into a grin. "Your mom still married to that rich guy?"
Latisha's playful demeanor shifted. "We're not on talking terms," she said flatly.
"Yeah, well, we're gonna need that big ol' mansion to catch our boy," Gun replied, unbothered. "So get your act together."
She tossed him a sly smile. "Yes, sir."
He groaned, leaning his head back against the seat. "God, we are not doing that again. Please drive. I'm begging you."
Her laughter rang out, unapologetic and carefree. "Sure thing, big guy."
She slammed on the gas, the car roaring to life as they sped toward the glamorous heart of the city.
When they finally pulled up to the sprawling mansion, complete with ornate sculptures and cascading water fountains, Gun clenched his fists.
He wasn't leaving without catching the little shit who had turned his life into a ticking time bomb.