ride till we die

chapter 33 : dont make me regret this

TAYLORS POV
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I sit in the now dark car park my music low mixing with the heavy rain that pours.

My fingers tap on the wheel my mind ticking with each changing emotion each time I ash my cigarette.

Anger.

Hate.

Worry.

Irrationality.

I glance at my phone that sits silenced in my passenger seat.

I look away taking a few seconds to breath out wishing to clear my head.

This does not help I throw my finished cigarette butt out the window and snatch up my phone anger once again streaming through my veins dialing the number of somone who can help.

"Yello" carter casually answers.

"Carter you still good with that location pin pointing" I question my voice eerly cool as I look out the window leaning one arm on it my other hand tightening around the wheel.

"Yyeeeeaaaah can I ask why" carter questions me back his voice becoming quizzical.

"Later....think you could track down Bentley for me" I shift in my seat my tone becoming a bit more hostile as I rush out my request.

" I can but I wont until you tell me what's happening" carter tells me flatly.

I blow air into my cheeks trying to calm down unconsciously I run my hand through my hair.

I sigh before considering what I tell carter next.

"Listen this stays between us and I dont need you trying to talk me out of what I might be about to do...... carter you gotta promise me this shit" I drop my hand from my hair my voice dropping a bit becoming more harsher with anger.

Carter stays silent for a few seconds the sound of shifting comes from his end.

"Carter" I half whisper shout becoming impatient.

"Yes fine but this better not fucking blow back on me torreto I may have your back but I dont wanna be held to your sole actions" carter breaths out nervously.

I sigh out once again attempting to clear my mind.

" right......yeah...... alright no one has to know of your involvement I swear to it" I assure him my voice becoming gentle to push that I mean it.

" you better...." he tells me his voice quiet.

A few minutes pass and the line stays silent.

I check the phone a few times to make sure it hand not been hung up.

My body begins to become antsy and fidgety with impatience.

" hes at a bar called the green 30 minutes from you his car should be parked out front it's a white shelby mustage that has blue race strips " carter informs me calmly as he trys to cover his nervousness.