Chapter 2

Sophie was someone who was easily pushed into the defensive, closing up and lashing out at those who mattered when trying to protect herself, and being drunk escalated it tenfold. She had always been that way, and very few had his skill at knowing how to handle her. Too stubborn to think logically or realize she was cutting off her nose to spite her face sometimes.

He upped his speed, putting his new car through its paces to get to her quicker as the tension in his body escalated. It was late, almost ten p.m., and the city was aglow with the usual never-ending illumination of New York as his sleek steel gray Mercedes slid through the night effortlessly. He was biting his lip as his eyes roamed the traffic impatiently, checking his mirrors as he shifted in his seat.

She always made him feel anxious when she was like this, so many scenarios running through his head of what could happen to her and his inner body twisting the tango of uptight anxiety. Sophie was naive at the