You had snuck out to go to a club with your friend that your boyfriend, Declan, denied you to go to.

You had snuck out but like usual, he found you.

He had a tracker in your necklace he gave you for your anniversary and you didn’t know.

He was now speeding down the road in his car, one hand tightly and possessively gripping your thigh.

"Don't you dare think you of sneaking out again" He said with an think italian accent.