Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 49

"I really don't like you right now." I say while I'm leaning with my head against the window, looking outside at the rain. He's bringing me to Miles' and Louis' place which is fucking unfair and I wanna scream but whatever.

"Stop acting like I'm sending you to boarding school." He says and he rolls the window down so the rain would hit my face. Asshole.

"You threw me out of the house." I say while rolling the window up again with a failed angry face expression.

"I didn't throw you out of the house Candace." He says with a chuckle while parking in front of Miles and Louis house.

"Glad one of us find this amusing." I unfasten my seatbelt and I turn around to face him.

"You forced me to pack my bags and leave. You threw me out of the house." I say in his face, and I turn back around to open the door.

"I'll see you in a month." I say and I slam the car door shut. "Say hi to Dylan for me."

I walk over to the trunk to grab my bag but he jumps out of the car right after me and walks over to me.

"So what, I can't keep my girlfriend safe anymore? Because Miss Russo wants to kill people, is that it? You like it now?" He says a bit too loud, and I place my hand over his mouth and pull him more behind the car.

"No what's wrong with you! Of course I don't like that!" I say loud but whispering so the neighbors won't hear us.

"Then what is your problem!" Loud whispering.

"Dylan is my ex-husband and I have the right to help finding him! More than you do if I'm being honest."

"Candace, they're hurting you, they want me dead and he's sending people to hurt you so they can get to me!" He says a little too loud again and I hit him on his chest.

"Lower your goddamn voice!" I whisper and he just looks at me without saying a thing. He knows I'm right, he knows it, but he doesn't... fucking... care...

"I can handle a couple slaps in my face alright? I'm not a porcelain doll, I'm not fragile and I'm not gonna sit here at home while you're trying to confront MY EX HUSBA-" I say, and he covers my mouth with his hand and pulls me a little deeper in the woods. The houses are across this little forest and all the streetlights are on.

"How about you lower your goddamn voice. You want everyone to know what's going on? Might as well knock on their doors and tell them with the way you talk!" He whispers while we're standing in the rain in the middle of the woods.

He looks around us, scanning the trees and everything else and I roll my eyes at him.

"I was about to ask if you buried one of your bodies here but I'm pretty sure it's gonna be mine." I say with a chuckle, and he moves his eyes from a tree to me.

He looks at me for a long moment without moving a muscle, so I assume he's not happy with me right now.

"Get Inside." He says through his teeth while pointing with his thumb over his shoulder as he keeps his eyes on me.

"You know what... Fine." I say and I open my bag in front of him and he stares at me without saying something.

I grab the two guns out of the bag, and I throw them in front of him.

"What do you think you're doing!" He shouts, but not too loud.

"I don't fucking want them why don't you get that? You send me away, fine. But keep your stupid guns!" I whisper loud and I close my bag and I walk past him.