Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 620

After sending the message, Vivica looked up and noticed the taxi driver watching her in the rearview mirror. She tried to ignore it, but he kept glancing back. Her already foul mood soured further.

“Shouldn’t you be watching the road?” she snapped.

“Just admiring the view,” the driver said with a lewd grin. “You’ve still got it for an older woman.”

A chill went down Vivica’s spine.

A creep!

“Stop the car! I want to get out!” she yelled.

“What’s the rush? I was just giving you a compliment,” he said, the doors clicking as he locked them.

Vivica fumbled for her phone. “I said, stop the car, or I’m calling the police and reporting you for sexual harassment!”

The driver laughed. “Go ahead. Isn’t your son just getting out of a police station? Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me? I’m a local. Besides, a woman your age crying harassment? You’ll be the joke of the town.”

“You… you…” Vivica was so incensed she was speechless.

Just then, the driver’s phone rang. He answered, his tone suddenly respectful. “Yes… I’ve got her. I’ll teach the old hag a lesson, don’t you worry.”

After hanging up, he turned the car off the main road and onto a dirt track.

Vivica’s heart pounded in her chest. “What are you doing? Who paid you to do this?”

“Someone said you’ve been a real nuisance and needed to be taught a lesson,” he said casually. “I was thinking of having a little fun with you, but honestly, even for a well-preserved woman, you’re a bit past my usual tastes.”

“Who was it?” Vivica demanded, secretly trying to dial Finley’s number.

The sixth call she’d been trying to make went straight to a message: the number was now off.

The footsteps behind her grew closer.

“Relax. I’m just here to teach you a lesson, not kill you. No need to be so dramatic.”

Vivica reached for her phone, but his boot came down hard on her hand. Pain, sharp and blinding, shot up her arm.

“Aaargh!” she screamed.

The driver bent down, picked up her phone, and hurled it deep into the sugarcane. Then, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, his voice a low, terrifying sneer.

“There. Now no one can interrupt us.”