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I’m not one of them.
“How’s your ear?” I smirk even though he can’t see me. “Last time we hung out, I could’ve sworn it had a little injury.”
“You barely grazed it.”
“Bummer.” I grab my phone and pretend to talk into it. “Siri, remind me to work on my aim.”
My behavior is ballsy. Grown men don’t speak to Benny like this, but I’m running my little ole mouth to him.
This man is a murderer.
And here I am, saying it was a bummer I failed to make him a one-eared mobster.
I claim he can’t kill me, but in the back of my mind, I know Benny Marchetti will do whatever Benny Marchetti wants.
I sigh and decide to get real for a minute. “Why do you hate me, Benito?”
“My name is Benny.”
“Okay, why do you hate me,Benny? You act like I set up this marriage … and am super excited to marry you.” I glare at him. “I had my eyes set on Jude Law as a husband, butno. We’re both inconvenienced.”
Ignoring me, Benny clicks his turn signal and makes a right.
“Where are you taking me?”
Hopefully, he’ll answer that question since he seems so selective with his responses.
More silence.
“If you don’t reply, I’m jumping out of the car.” I play with the door handle.
“Home.” He locks my door.
“Do you know where my home is?”
“Yes.”
“Stalker alert.”
He tightens his fingers around the steering wheel. “I do business with your father. I’ve been to your home multiple times.”
Hmm.I’ve never seen Benny around.
God must be on my side, making sure I dodge any interactions with him.
“So …” I rack my brain for another subject of conversation. “How was your day today?”
“Terrible.”
“Well, I had a good day … until you took me hostage. Want to hear about it?”
“I’d rather have your silence.”
“I met this guy.” I grin. “He was cute. A little on the shy side. We went back to his place and had wild sex.”
Benny suddenly cuts the wheel, and my body slams into the door when he swerves to the side of the road. The car behind us honks. Benny shifts the SUV into park, jumps out, and opens the back seat door. The overhead lights flash on. That annoyingclose your doordinging hurts my brain. I attempt to see what he’s doing, but he blocks my view. All I can make out is him searching through something.
The light dims, and the sound shuts off when he slams the door. He returns to the driver’s seat. Just as I’m about to question him, he reaches over and slaps something cold against my wrist. A sharp pain radiates up my arm, and I pull away from him.
