[Rosco’s POV]
When my feet hit the ground, I begin to move, making my way toward my car, and when I reach it, I quickly unlock the doors and gently place Denali inside.
“Are you crazy?” She gasps when I climb into the driver’s seat. “How can you possibly..."
“Would you prefer to be taken to jail?” I ask, slamming the gas and squealing out of the parking lot. “Because that was the alternate choice.”
At my words, Denali grows quiet, and I know that even if she is shocked by what I’ve just f*****g done, she doesn’t want to go to jail, especially for something she didn’t do.
Taking her silence as acceptance, I weave my way into traffic as the sound of sirens reaches me. f**k, they worked fast.
“Hang on,” I hiss, pushing the gas to the floor.
Yanking the steering wheel, I squeeze between
