Chapter Sixty-Six

Noah's Pov

"Who the hell is that woman?" My voice boomed loudly, the noise of my anger and irritation bouncing off the interior of the car.

"Oh Jesus, that was so close." He wheezed, trying to catch his breath as fast as he was capable of. He was so unfit and to be honest, I wasn't shocked the slightest.

He took a bottle of water from the bottle holder, then sucked the bottle dry.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his face contorted with both exhaustion and fear. With trembling hands, he wiped the sweat from his brow and tried to steady himself. The rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins began to subside, gradually allowing him to regain control over his breathing.

"Talk to me boy," I said, shaking his shoulder.

"Okay, that was my," he took in a lungful of air. "ex".

I blinked twice. Jerry, the most quiet and timid guy, with that danger of a woman for an ex? She looked like she could swallow him whole.

"Are you serious? Are you sure you weren't just her pet?"

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