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favorite person. It’s natural I return the animosity. This is hard for me, too. He’s just too damn pig-headed to realize that. I don’t like the position I’ve been placed in. Some would, but they’re not me. I’m dying to tell him that, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurt me. “Then by all means lead on.” I give a dismissive wave of my hand.
He growls.
Inwardly, I smirk… score one, Vita . If he wants to turn this into a battlefield, I’m going to make sure I get in a few hits of my own. We climb into the car, and he enters a set of directions into the GPS on his phone.
“Things are run a little differently in this club. They’re rough around the edges. You follow my lead, look pretty and we won’t have any problems.”
I huff. He would like that. Me at his beck and call. It’d make him feel like he was getting one over on me.
“I’m serious, Vita. These guys won’t put up with your shit.”
Like they can even understand me.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
My mouth drops. It’s like he reached into my brain.
“It isn’t about what you can’t say. It’s your attitude.”
It’s times like this when I hate my injury most. He’s got me over a barrel. He can flap his gums all he likes and I can’t get a word in edge wise. We’re like oil and water. We can’t mix, despite our precarious situation. It’s ridiculous. Before now, I would’ve said he was attractive. Now, he’s the devil himself. I wrap my arms around my waist and rest my head against the cool glass. The silence that fell in the car grew to deafening. My mind began to wander.
Had they left now to retrieve my brother? What will they find? Will they tip off the people holding him? Where is Lorenzo?
“I’m going to call Dallas, and give him an update,” he says.
I make a sound of acknowledgment. I want to be there when they burst into that building and see him with my own eyes, whatever state he was in. It’s not the way it’s done. You can’t go to them for help and expect to change decades of policy. I can hear Prophet in the background giving Dallas a play by play.
“Vita? She’s…fine.”
I turn to look at him.
“Tell Cora not to worry. I’m taking good care of her. We’re on our way to the sister club now. We plan on laying low while they check out the place in Texas. Why? Cause there’s a freaking turf war going on, only the battle for power is in the family. Yeah, we thought we had it bad.” He snickers. “Yeah, I think that’s why we couldn’t find anything on our end. He never made it out of Texas. The trail probably ended where the techs picked up his signal last. I’m not sure, but the location meant something to her family. Yeah… I think it’s safe to say they’re all over it.”
It burns being on the outside looking in. I wish I could sink inside myself and disappear. It’s not like I could have the conversation with Dallas. Lack of speech is an isolating thing. It’s why I hardened myself against everyone. Then this happened and I was forced to rely on someone else. I look at Prophet. When he’s not dealing with me, he almost looks happy. The car jerks forward, and I cry out, clutching my neck.
“What the fuck?” he yells.
I glance up in the rearview mirror and spot a black car with no license plate gunning for us.
We’re rammed again.
“Son of a bitch!” Prophet jerks the wheel and we avoid being pummeled once more. “Hold on, Vita,” he warns.
Gripping the handle above my head I pray. We’re weaving through the streets like drunkards. The road is vacant so late at night, but he doesn’t know where he’s going and I can’t tell him.
The computerized GPS voice is a mockery. Turn right at Fairbanks.
He slams on the brakes and the world spins as we go in a circle.
My stomach tumbles like a tea over a kettle or like a spring climbing down stairs. We come to a halt, and he guns it, heading down Fairbanks. Panic washes over me. No
He growls.
Inwardly, I smirk… score one, Vita . If he wants to turn this into a battlefield, I’m going to make sure I get in a few hits of my own. We climb into the car, and he enters a set of directions into the GPS on his phone.
“Things are run a little differently in this club. They’re rough around the edges. You follow my lead, look pretty and we won’t have any problems.”
I huff. He would like that. Me at his beck and call. It’d make him feel like he was getting one over on me.
“I’m serious, Vita. These guys won’t put up with your shit.”
Like they can even understand me.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
My mouth drops. It’s like he reached into my brain.
“It isn’t about what you can’t say. It’s your attitude.”
It’s times like this when I hate my injury most. He’s got me over a barrel. He can flap his gums all he likes and I can’t get a word in edge wise. We’re like oil and water. We can’t mix, despite our precarious situation. It’s ridiculous. Before now, I would’ve said he was attractive. Now, he’s the devil himself. I wrap my arms around my waist and rest my head against the cool glass. The silence that fell in the car grew to deafening. My mind began to wander.
Had they left now to retrieve my brother? What will they find? Will they tip off the people holding him? Where is Lorenzo?
“I’m going to call Dallas, and give him an update,” he says.
I make a sound of acknowledgment. I want to be there when they burst into that building and see him with my own eyes, whatever state he was in. It’s not the way it’s done. You can’t go to them for help and expect to change decades of policy. I can hear Prophet in the background giving Dallas a play by play.
“Vita? She’s…fine.”
I turn to look at him.
“Tell Cora not to worry. I’m taking good care of her. We’re on our way to the sister club now. We plan on laying low while they check out the place in Texas. Why? Cause there’s a freaking turf war going on, only the battle for power is in the family. Yeah, we thought we had it bad.” He snickers. “Yeah, I think that’s why we couldn’t find anything on our end. He never made it out of Texas. The trail probably ended where the techs picked up his signal last. I’m not sure, but the location meant something to her family. Yeah… I think it’s safe to say they’re all over it.”
It burns being on the outside looking in. I wish I could sink inside myself and disappear. It’s not like I could have the conversation with Dallas. Lack of speech is an isolating thing. It’s why I hardened myself against everyone. Then this happened and I was forced to rely on someone else. I look at Prophet. When he’s not dealing with me, he almost looks happy. The car jerks forward, and I cry out, clutching my neck.
“What the fuck?” he yells.
I glance up in the rearview mirror and spot a black car with no license plate gunning for us.
We’re rammed again.
“Son of a bitch!” Prophet jerks the wheel and we avoid being pummeled once more. “Hold on, Vita,” he warns.
Gripping the handle above my head I pray. We’re weaving through the streets like drunkards. The road is vacant so late at night, but he doesn’t know where he’s going and I can’t tell him.
The computerized GPS voice is a mockery. Turn right at Fairbanks.
He slams on the brakes and the world spins as we go in a circle.
My stomach tumbles like a tea over a kettle or like a spring climbing down stairs. We come to a halt, and he guns it, heading down Fairbanks. Panic washes over me. No
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