Even with her pleading, he said nothing. He didn't even pause as he opened the passenger door, practically tossed her in and shut the door. Three of those four doors could only be opened from the outside so he didn't worry about her trying to escape as he ambled to his side and got in behind the wheel, shutting his door.

"Who said anything about dying?" he quipped lightly as he put on his seat belt, glanced at her, then peeled out. It wasn't until they were off the the grounds that he one-handed rifled through the center console storage, brought a plastic bottle to his eye level, then tossed it in her direction. "Here." Suppressors.

Then a small bottle of water that appeared from... somewhere. "Take them."

Rhys' eyes never left the road as he waited for her, merging into general traffic and hauling ass up north to his territory.