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Relief washes over me when the guy driving opens the back door instead of the trunk.
“I don’t put pretty girls in my trunk,” the driver responds to me, “but if you don’t calm the fuck down, I’m pretty sure Renzo is going to force me to make an exception for you.”
“Try that shit again, and you will definitely be going in the trunk.”
His arms still firmly wrapped around me, Renzo slides into the back seat pulling me in with him. Sliding me off of his lap, he pushes me across the backseat to the other side of the car before shutting the car door.
He then slides across the seat until he is next to me with his thigh pressed up against mine. My body tenses and I stop fighting as he slowly leans close, so close his broad chest touches my arm and I can feel his warm breath blow across my cheek. My heart begins to race as his nose ever so slightly grazes my cheek as his arm reaches across me. Bringing his arm back across me, he pulls back with a smug expression on his face before buckling my seat belt.
“I don’t think we’ll need to put her in the trunk,” his words as smug as his expression, as he yanks on the seatbelt tightening it around my waist, “I think she’s going to listen like a good fucking girl.”
My reaction to his words confuses me, but I he is right. I huff and cross my arms, mumbling back, “Arrogant, fucking asshole.”
Fighting back now is futile. I will wait. Save my energy now, so I can fight back when I need to. When I can get away.
“She is pretty cute when she pouts,” the driver chuckles as he looks at me in the rearview mirror.
Ignoring his comment, Renzo flatly says, “Head over to Frank’s apartment so we can pick up a few of her things.”
The drive around the block is short, and we are quickly parking at the curb.
“Behave yourself,” Renzo’s eyes lock on mine, “Do not make me regret leaving you here with Luca.”
He quickly steps from the car towards the apartment. Discretely, I slowly reach into the front pocket of my shorts for the small pocket knife I was using to open boxes. The door of the car has no more than shut when I hear the locks click.
Shit…
“Sorry pretty girl,” he looks back at me in the mirror, “But I am not going to piss him off by letting you get the better of me.”
Within minutes, Renzo is back at the car. Tossing in the bag I had packed last night, he climbs back into the backseat.
“Home,” he nods at Luca before turning to face me. His fingers drum softly on my bag of things between us on the seat as his eyes linger between me and the bag.
“What,” I snidely question when I can no longer take his inquisitive gaze.
“You,” his words slow and deep as he continues to drum his fingers over the bag, “You intrigue mepiccola pesca. Where were you getting ready to run off to before Frank gave you to me?”
Pursing my lips, I refuse to answer his question. What I was planning to do is absolutely none of his business.
“What kind of girl has a bag of her things all nicely packed and ready to go? Did you know? Did Frank tell you his plan?”
I can feel his eyes continue to gaze over me as we drive through the city. Trying to ignore him, I focus my eyes on the city outside the window.
“Fuck you,” I cannot hold it back any longer, “I was leaving.”
His eyes continue to meander over me, and it is quite apparent that he is trying to figure me out. To figure out what neat little personality box I fit in.
We drive further than I have ever been. The city now outside my window looks nothing like the one I grew up in. I almost feel like I am driving into the Capitol in the Hunger Games. Everything is lush and green, nothing like the vast dirty concrete of my neighborhood.
The car slows as we pull up to a black iron gate. Luca presses a button on his visor and it slowly swings open before we drive through. Two large men in suits, both holding rather large guns, are standing along the driveway as we pass through the gate. I quickly spot two more over by the trees as we continue to drive towards the largest home I have ever seen. I cannot see them clearly, but I am sure they have guns too.
As the car pulls up to the house, I notice two more men in suits standing by the front door. These guys both have large guns resting on their hips.
Fuck. Getting away might not be as easy as I had hoped.
Luca parks the car at the stairs coming from the front door. Turning to the backseat, “You got her? Or do you want a hand?”
“I got her,” Renzo says as he climbs out of and walks around the car.
