At a slow roll, he ambles farther away from his car, literally leaving the confines of his safety net to approach me at Levi’s.
It’s a bad move.
With my left foot babying the brake and my right over the gas, I debate my next move and how I’m using it.
However, it’s all going to end up the same.
Mindlessly, my toes hit the gas and the Malibu barrels ahead. The RPMs beg for a shift, but I lay on it, watching fear launch over Matteo’s face because he’s done fucked up again.
Shifting for more horsepower, Matteo tries to get out of the way, but I clip him along the corner bumper of Levi’s front end.
His body topples over the hard metal, probably leaving a smudge mark, and crashes onto the unforgiving cement.
He’s going to get fucked up for that, too.
I whip on the steering, drifting the back end around and giving myself another go at my ex.
The reason I’m in this situation in the first place.
The car screams bloody murder throughout the space as I command it to do a one-eighty, directing my front to Matteo’s body once more.
A body that’s having areallyhard time standing.
Oops.
However, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows on my side, either. Matteo’s men heard and saw what I just did, and they’re gonna protect him at all costs.
With my foot on the brake, I stop the car and peel the rubber off the tires, creating a cloud of smoke to cover their line of sight as I allow Matteo a split second to run…or limp.
Just like the time I smoked out the semi-truck with Levi and the boys when we stole Ramsey’s guns.
Except ol’ boy isn’t getting up very quickly, and I’d like to give him a few seconds to think about what he did, howhegot here, and the shit he fucked up on.
And the man he took away from me.
“I hope you rot in hell, you son of a bitch.”
Releasing the brake, the Malibu screams ominously through the air, causing goosebumps to trail up my arms and spine. My headlights illuminate theholy fuckexpression on Matteo’s face and how he shot up to his feet.
Because it’s either that or become a hood ornament.
A bullet shatters the back glass of Levi’s car, but my body barely flinches.
I want Matteo De Leon.
And I’ve never wanted him like this before,ever.
I’m bloodthirsty, and I won’t stop until he’s mine. A hungry obsession to see him die before my eyes is all I want. It’s all I need because Levi coming back is impossible.
It’ll never happen.
But if I can avenge him somehow, maybe I’ll feel better. Maybe it’ll make it hurt less in the long run.
Unfortunately, Matteo somehow dodges out of the way, making me miss him entirely as I whip the car back around. A pepper of gunshots nails the front end of Levi’s car, and I weigh out my options.
There are people and kids out here, Bay. Leave.
Throwing the car in reverse, I flick my eyes to my rear-view mirror and send the car back around to get out of there.
