Raphael drives around the corner sharply, causing the car behind you to crash.

Only three more to go.

You slowly grab the gun that was sitting on the back seat and start aiming out of the window. You can hardly see.

Raphael noticed and pulled you ontop of his lap.

You look at him confused, but soon realised what he is trying to do. As you dip your head out of his window, he has one hand on your hips, holding you firmly.

One car gone. Two gone. All three cars gone.

As you bring yourself back into the car, you're still on Raphael's-lap.

His grip on your hip doesn't loosen. "Next time you're on-my-lap I want it to be for a different reason."

He says with a sharp smirk plastered on his face.