Each time he tells it, I find myself believing and trusting him more and more. But then again, I’ve always had a thing for bad boys. “So what do we do now?” I ask. “I appreciate that, but you’ve done enough. If I can stay here for the night, I’ll be out of your hair first thing in the morning.” I cross my arms. “Uh huh.” “I’m serious. I don’t want you to get any deeper in this than you already have.” “So—fuck off. Is that what you’re telling me? What if those cops got my license plate? Have you thought of that? Face it. I’m in this shit with you.” “You can always say that you were coerced,” he says. “Are you kidding me? They kind of seem like the kind of cops who are only interested in shooting first and then asking questions.” “Then what? I—I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m sorry that I’ve dragged you into this. I’d get you out of it if I could.” He looks like he’s about to explode. “All right. Calm down. I believe you.
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