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“This girl is fucking crazy,” I mutter to myself in disbelief. Gia is known for always keeping her cool. She’s the nice girl who tagged along with Alfonso everywhere he went. She never caused trouble. I might actually like this version of her. If she hadn’t fucked up and stolen my car. It’s the one thing I had left after everything was stripped away from me.
“Gia!” I holler, but I don’t chase after her.
She’ll stop.
Any moment now.
She better not leave me stranded in the middle of the road. I quickly text my brother, Max, and tell him to come get me. My car is half destroyed; it’ll be useless to me now. She owes me a fucking car.
I wave my hands, hoping she’ll come back, but I doubt she will. She’s a Rossi, after all. A spoiled princess who knows nothing of the real world. When I see her again, I plan to strangle her with my bare hands.
My dick stirs, liking the idea of my hands around her neck. But instead of her airway cutting off, I’m thinking about her moans. Fuck no. Women like Gia are good for one thing—to fuck—and I want no part of that. She can’t even keep a pussy like Alfonso faithful. I bet she’s as vanilla as they come in the bedroom. Lights off, bra on, under the covers, missionary position each and every time. My car goes faster and faster, and I realize she’s not fucking coming back.
Bright beams light up the dark road. “Gia!” I yell louder, running after my car, even though I’ll never catch up. A horn cuts into the night, and in slow motion, I watch Gia swerve out of the way. The other car speeds past me while Gia flies into the ditch, my car rolling and landing on its roof.
Pulling my phone out again, I call my brother. “Have the doctor at the farm when we arrive.”
I watch in horror as my car wobbles on its roof. “Gia!” I yell again. She’s too young to die. My heart pounds in my chest like never before. A strong, unrelenting fist slowly squeezes my chest, making it hard to breathe. Running to the car, I fall to my knees, not caring about the rocks poking and scraping my skin through my jeans. I move my head into the side with no door. There’s blood dripping down her forehead, and she’s unconscious. Her limp, unmoving body is suspended upside down, and her motionless body has a searing effect on my heart.
“Gia?” I question, crawling through the door. Her seatbelt is holding her in place. She must have put it on when she ditched me.
Everyone, including her family, is going to think I killed her. I’m a dead man. Who knew being banished to a pig farm would be better than this?
My fingers are steady as I unclasp her. I cradle her body as it falls into my chest. Her slender frame is light. The aroma of gas fills the car and overtakes her sweet scent of cookies. Her young, innocent face tilts toward my chest. I’ve never allowed myself to truly look at her. To take in her beauty and admire her perfect features. I’ve spent my whole life fighting with her, all because our territories border each other. None of that matters now. That childish crush I had on her unburies itself deep within my heart and barrels back into me. Every reason why I have to hate her disappears. I can’t let Gia Rossi die.
The smell of gas is increasingly prominent. My arms hold her tight as I move on my knees to get us out of the car. It’s slow, and I can feel my skin pinch and cut with each movement as I try to move her as little as possible. My knees burn with metal, glass, and rocks cutting deeper into them. I hiss through my teeth, taking a deep breath. Slowly, we make it out of the car.
The smell of gas is pungent in the air, even when I lay her down as far away from the car as I can safely take her. Staring at her on the ground, I try to assess what needs to be done. I hold her wrist and place two fingers over her pulse. She’s cool to the touch, and it takes a second to find her hardly there pulse. My cheek hovers above her pale, heart-shaped lips. The faintest puffs of air warm my skin. The tension that I was holding in my shoulders releases temporarily.
She’s fucking alive.
I wipe down my face with my hands, knowing we still have a long drive back to the farm.
Buzzing in my pocket removes my attention from her. My phone lights up with my brother’s name. “Where are you?” I demand. My shoulders tense all over again.
“Five minutes away.” He pauses. “Our shipment arrived a day early.”
“Did you deal with it?” I ask about the dead body.
“Yeah, I dealt with it.”
“We may have another one if you don’t get here soon.” I end the call, ripping my shirt over my head. I fold it up, putting pressure on the side of her head where the blood is coming from.
Her beautiful face is banged up. “You better live,” I speak to her, not knowing if my voice will be the last one she hears. “We both deserve better than this.” My fingers swipe the hair from her face.
I type out a text with one hand, asking for a cleaning crew. No matter if she lives or dies, no one can find this. I will erase all evidence of Gia being here. At least for now.
Sitting in the dark of night, I continue to talk to Gia, hoping it will help keep her alive. Her body is staying cold to the touch, but I’m afraid to move her more than necessary. Headlights cut through the night, and I see my brother pull up. He jogs over.
“Keep pressure on this,” I order, and his hand covers mine before I move. Crawling back into the car, I find her phone in the back.
Her family has been calling and sending her messages. I type one out to her sister, Luna.
I need a break. I can’t handle my life right now. I need time by myself. Know that I am safe and will return when the time is right.
Dropping her phone to the ground, I stomp on it before throwing it back in the car. “We need that burned.”
Max nods as I go to pick Gia up. He keeps his hand on her head. She better not have a spinal injury, or she’s fucked. I don’t want to have to feed her to the pigs.
