I apologize for not updating in 3 days my laptop broke down and I lost the 8 chapters I had writed already T^T anyway here is chap 2 ENJOY!!!!!! ^~^

Jessica POV

-To Seocho, as soon as possible, please-I said even though I knew I was going to be late. There were ten minutes before twelve.

Find a Taxi on the Street took me about fifteen Take a taxi on the street took me about fifteen minutes. And when I did it, I came across a vehicle that appeared to roll by pure miracle. I could feel the little bumps of the seat. The voice of a singer with throat problems arose from the radio. -It took me a few seconds to recognize it was Arabic music. A musty kebab smell covered the interior.

-God, I'll have to take a shower as soon as I get home, -I mumbled when I discovered that there was grease everywhere. -Tell me, have you ever thought on washing this thing?

The man smiled and suddenly accelerated causing me to slam against the front seat. He did it on purpose, but it didn't bother me. Moreover, I smiled.

-Miss, we do what we can.

-If you say so.

To be almost midnight, the traffic was unbearable. Only three streets had taken us the ten minutes I had limit. And now we were in another jam.

- Are you sure this was the shortest way?

-In Korea, there are no shortcuts, miss. I should know.

-Yeah, right. You are looking for a tip-snorted as the man smiled.

-Of course. I have to feed my three wives.

I looked at him with eyes wide open.

- You're not serious, are you? -He found my comment even funnier.

-Just kidding. -He waved his hand.

-Well, if you accept card, we can reach an agreement. As long as we don't get there after twelve fifteen. Otherwise, you would find a corpse -I said as dramatically as I could. - Where do you live exactly?

-In the Jung mansion. -The driver opened his mouth slightly. Then he watched in the review mirror. He certainly didn't expected me to live there.

- What makes you take a taxi? -He asked, moving a few feet and stopping once again. Luckily, we were already at the Cheonggye Plaza.

-I want independence...

Suddenly his door opened and a girl pulled the driver seat off his seat. I let out a shriek when I saw him roll on the floor while complaining and cursing. The girl got into the car, closed the door and began to maneuver in such expert as abruptly way. I didn't got to see her face, because I fell between the seats when she took a violent turn, but I could hear how we hit with several vehicles.

I sat without stop screaming.

"Not a kidnapping. Not a kidnapping," I was telling myself to calm down. She turned the steering wheel quickly to enter the Cheonggye Plaza fearlessly to run over a pedestrian. God, would die for sure.

I looked at her. She was young, about my age.

- the ! How the hell this thing turns off! She cried, breathless, trying to turn off the radio.

You Idiot.

She let go the steering wheel and began banging her fist and leg on the radio as if her life depended on it. She was crazy!

The girl with throat problems immediately stopped sounding, but the music was replaced by the police sirens. They came after us.

-Damn car. Why the hell I didn't took the Fiat? -She shouted, while she finally saw she had company behind her. -!

I took the opportunity to attack and I jumped on her kicking.

-Don't kidnap me, er! Let me out! -I screamed loudly as she dodged my hits.

- Do you want to hold still! You're delusional!

The car suddenly swerved and collided against a wall. I was thrown forward and I hit my head and shoulders against the dashboard. The glass fell on me, but then I