The cold Los Angeles night contrasted with the street lit by buildings.

The car was driving at high speed, the sound turned on at a high volume as fled from a group you robbed, until shots started hitting the window.

Looking to counterattack, you climbed onto Sam's thick thighs, who held your waist with one hand, preventing you from falling.

"Just be careful, bella." Sam kept his eyes on the road, his husky accented tone was playful but showed a hint of hidden concern.