I want her to angrily kiss me like this whenever she wants. I don’t want to keep lying to her about why we became closer. Why I wanted to help her. Even if it started to become more than just helping my family, I want her to know the truth.
“Listen,” I say. Instantly groaning as she grinds herself against my crotch. That feels too good. Too much. If I’m not careful, I could finish like this. She starts to move across my jaw, one of her hands holding the other side of my face, carefully like she’s trying not to break me. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Right now?” she asks, rolling over me again and I hiss. “I’m kinda busy.”
“Yeah, but-”
I’m interrupted by the loud buzzing of her phone against my hand in her back pocket. I pull it out for her, and it’s covered in rain splashes. I hand it to her, and she rolls her eyes at the contact.
“It’s Gio,” she explains. She tries to climb off me, but I wrap my arms around her back, keeping her close to me. Needing her close. She swipes the call button and answers it, holding it against her ear. “Gio.Cosa sta succedendo?”
She asks him what’s going on, but it’s hard to hear what he’s saying over the sound of the rain. She mumbles something back to him, her eyes widening with terror. My grip tightens on her back, trying to comfort her although I’m not sure what for. After a few seconds, she ends the call, standing up off me and heads towards the door banging on it.
“Kennedy, I swear to God, you better open this fucking door right now,” she shouts. I flinch at her biting tone. I stand up, turning to her, I place my hand on the small of her back. “We need to go,” she whispers. “Like, now.”
“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask.
“Gio said we need to meet him downtown. He thinks he’s got something tying someone to Tinzin,” she explains.
“Shouldn’t we go to the police? What if it’s dangerous?”
“Evan, he’s my uncle. If he says he needs me, I’m going to be there,” she challenges.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. She looks at me curiously, trying to make sure I’m okay with this. If anything happened to her, I’d never forgive myself. “Okay,” I say again.
28
Evan
We rushed from Miles' house to Scarlett’s apartment, the rain still crashing down onto the asphalt. When we get to her Bellezza Nera, she fumbles for her car keys, and I rush over to her side of the car. Her hands are shaking, her outfit is completely soaked, and her hair has fallen out completely of the bun it was in a few hours ago.
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I place my hand over her shaking hands. “Scar,” I press, and she looks up at me. God, I want to kiss her again. Her eyes are huge, a little frightened, but there’s still that look of — as she describes it —something. “I’m going to drive, okay?”
She nods once. Twice. She swallows before opening her hand and letting me retrieve the key. “Just don’t crash my car.”
“I’m going to keep you safe, Angel. Don’t worry,” I say, trying to be comforting, but she throws her hands up, exasperated.
“Of course, I’m going to worry, Branson. My uncle is a possible attempted murderer. I still don’t know how much I can trust him right now. He might be leading us into a trap,” she rambles. “Just get us there so I can talk to him. Got it?”
I nod and she turns around, walking to the other side of the car as she slips into her seat. When I’m settled behind the steering wheel, I want to tell her that it’s going to be okay. I want to promise her that we’re going to be fine. But the words don’t come. Because how can I promise something I’m not sure is true?
She doesn’t speak the whole drive down to Provo, which is a long fucking time. She taps her nails anxiously onto the window. Gio has some information, we’re going to meet him to get it. It should be that simple. But for whatever reason, we’re both running on fumes, scared and a little terrified. I want – no, Ineed– to be brave for her.
We ended up in an alleyway similar to the one we were hiding in when we staked out the jewellery store. God, how different things are now. Then, she couldn’t even look at me without seeming like she was about to throw up. Now, she’s fucking moaned into my mouth multiple times.
“Did he say where to meet him?” I ask when I’ve parked. She turns to me, her face drier than it was before, but her hair still sticks to her forehead. It’s still raining outside, so she’s bound to get it messed up again. I want to brush it out of her face, cradle her head in my hands and kiss her on the forehead. But I don’t do any of that. Instead, I tilt my head a little, noticing she’s probably in her own world. “Scarlett?”
“Hm?” She looks me in the eye then before shaking her head a little. “Yes. He said that we should wait in the car, and he’ll call us over. He thinks someone is following him.”
“Shit,” I mutter. “Should I have been checking while we drove? I’m so out of it, Scar. Everything’s a fucking mess right now.”
“Hey,” she says, cutting me off. “It’s fine. I wasn’t just looking out the window lifelessly. I checked. We’re okay.”
I turn my head back in front of me and lean my head onto the headrest. So much for being the brave one because I’m freaking out. I still need to speak to her about the real reason behind why I wanted to help her with the project as an opportunity to find out more about her family. As much as I’m going to regret it afterwards, I’d much rather keep her safe and have her hate me later than let her do this on her own.
I open my eyes, tilting my head towards my window and across the street from where we’re parked, a man with long-ish hair and a messy beard stands with his hood up. This street is dodgy as it is and I don’t like the idea of us, especially at this time of day.
