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"Whatever it is"—I throw my hand in the air, mimicking him—"I might need? I suppose you mean toothbrushes and underwear, not, like… oh, I don’t know… free will?”
He waves his hand at me in frustration, obviously done with my shenanigans.Asshole.
"You saw me murder someone. If the wrong people find out and get you in their grip,you’redead, and you’ll likely suffer before they kill you. You are not safe. We did this marriage thing," he says, making aloopin the air as ifincluding both of us, "to save both of our asses. So do me a favor. Don’t give me any shit and I’ll give you money, andwe'llall justpretend to get along. Deal?"
Idrawmyselfupto my full height,which is not that much,but still.I narrow my eyes at him.
"One thing you don't know aboutme is that I can disappearvery, very easily. I don'tneedyour protection. I couldpick up and move and you wouldneverfind me again. So whatever delusion you're under about me needingyourbig scarypresenceto save me? It's wrong. I can take care of myself."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
And that, friends, is how I ended up on the side of the road wearing nothing but my dress.
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CHAPTERFIVE
“I HATE HIM.”
Quinn
I hate him.I truly,trulyhatehim. I don’t hate the jerks in my past that mistreated me, or the bulliesthattreated me badly when I was a kid. Idon’tevenhatemy mother for leaving me. But Adriano? Ihatehim.
I scream into the sky. It doesn’t answer.
But my freak-out only lasts a minute. That's the thing about me, I may lose my shit, but I get it back togetherreal quick.
I look around and smile. It's a beautiful day out. I don't have some overbearing mafiaassholebreathing down my neck anymore. Perfect. Eyeing my beautiful dress, I grimace a little bit. It’s a very nice dress. Fortunately, this is one of those sheath dresses with a detachable train.
So,the first thing to do is detach the train. Ifold itup nicely and put it next to a pine tree. I'm now basically wearing a littlewhite dress one might wear to a nightclub.Ikickoff my shoes, thankful to be barefoot. Ilovebeing barefoot. I whistle to myself as I walk down the road.
After about a mile, thedamnlimo comes backinto view. The back window rolls down. I didn't even know you could roll down the back windows inlimos."So,you don't give up, do you?"
I pretend I don't hear him. I keep walking.
"Quinn, get in thedamncar."
I don’t respond.
“I’m sorry, alright? Now get in.”
Well, that came quicker than I thought it would.I peerinto the car at my asshole of a husband.
"Are you sorry for abandoning your newlywed wife on the side of the road?"
"I was trying to teach you a lesson.”
“Jesus, if you learned that method of apologizing to a woman from Sergio, I think you need to go back to school. Wait a minute. Did Sergio tell you to come get me?"
He looks away and doesn't respond.
"Oh, myGod! He did. You came after me becauseSergiofound out that you ditched me. "
He grits his teeth and a muscle twitches in his jaw. “Get. In. The. Car. Now.”
My feet are tired. I'm hungry. I want some food and a goodnight’ssleep. So, I decide I am going to get in that car. And then I'm going to go to my honeymoon destination. And then I'm going to eat and sleep, all while stoically ignoring this jerk.
