“I thought I made it clear that I didn’t want to talk about it.”
The balls on this woman!
I drag my hand down my face. “In case you haven’t noticed by now,piccola, you’re not exactly in a position to make demands.”
“I didn’t ask you to follow me.”
“You should be thanking your lucky stars that I did. Dead cops grow teeth. And I'll have to spend favors I'd rather hoard to bury it.”
“That sounds like ayouproblem.” She turns her face away to stare out the window again.
“No,piccola.” I reach out, grab her by her chin, and make her look at me. “You made it anourproblem the moment that cop walked into that house.”
She glares back with those emerald green eyes that I haven’t been able to get out of my head.
The moment I look into them, my blood burns hotter, my dick gets harder, and I find myselfwantingto lose control as my grip around her chin tightens.
“I don’t owe you a goddamn thing,” she whispers through clenched teeth.
I respond by pressing down harder on the accelerator. Gravity shifts and presses us into the leather seats. She tries to wrench away, but I don’t let her go, and I don’t look away.
“Eyes on me.” My voice goes deadly quiet.
“Nico…” Her eyes dart away from me for a moment to look out the windshield. “Nico, the road.”
“It’ll still be there.”
“Nico!” she shrieks.
I let her go and look just in time to see a curve coming up. With a single practiced motion, I ease off the accelerator, yank the steering wheel just enough to turn without risk of flipping, and continue driving.
All while my hand continues to hold her chin in place.
“Fuck!” she screams. “You fucking psychopath!”
“Just answer my question, Lydia.” I look at her again as I stroke her chin with my thumb. “Why did you leave?”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate. “Because I had to take care of things back here.”
“What things? About my father? About me?”
One word from Lydia about what I did to my father, and every brittle thread holding the families together right now comes apart in my hands.
I can’t risk that happening.
“Personal things,” she replies. “Got nothing to do with you.”
“So what was that cop about?”
“Wrong time, wrong place, I guess.”
“Hmm.” I give her chin one final brush and release her reluctantly. “That’ll do for now.”
In the dim lights over the highway, her green eyes are furious and beautiful. “Where are you taking me?"
"Home," I say.
"I didn't agree to that."
