Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Silas
Should I just come out and tell her, 'My parents ran the American Mafia'?
Hell no.
My mind keeps telling me to take the less honest route. In my line of work, the truth always makes things harder, but I'm not working. I am out on a date without someone who has been nothing but honest.
"After my parents died, I inherited my company from them. It's not what I grew up wanting to do, but I'm not giving it over to anyone else." I finish with a sigh, and she tilts her head to the side.
What I said wasn't a complete lie. Being in the mafia isn't what I originally wanted to be, but I'd rather it be me then someone else.
"What did you really want to do?" No one has asked me that question since my parents. It's refreshing, but scary.
"I wanted to become an Anesthesiologist. Help save people you know?" I tell her, making sure to avoid looking her in her eyes.
All my life I wanted to help people, and here I am taking their lives as a part of my job.
"Silas, I have to be honest. I was not expecting you to say that, but I think Dr. Daniels has a nice ring to it." Esme jokes, and I think so does Mrs. Daniels.
...
Heading back to the entrance of the restaurant to leave, I let Esme walk ahead of me and I get a whiff of her perfume.
"What perfume do you use?" The question falls from my mouth faster than I can comprehend.
She throws a coy smile over her shoulder at me, "Why do you want to know?"
Before I can answer her question, someone calls out her name.
Jackson, again.
"Esme, give me a call whenever you're free. It's been a while, we should catch up soon."
She gives him a small wave and smile, then walks out the threshold. I turn and give him the dirtiest stink eye, then follow after her.
Once we're outside, her phone chimes, and she freezes in her place. Esme looks up at me with a look telling me more than words. Something is wrong, horribly.
"Thank you for the date, but I need to get to Delilah's ASAP." It's as if the color in her face is draining right before my eyes. Her warm caramel tone is now replaced with a white sheet of copy paper.
"Esme, what's wrong?" I question, actually starting to feel panicked, with no context, which is only making it worse.
I continue after her on the way to the car, waiting for her to inform me of what's happening.
Did something happen with Sean and Theya again? Is it her parents? A million questions are floating around my mind.
"Delilah's psycho ex is at her place. Silas, he is bad." I stand by the back of the car, trying to process the information I was just given as she walks around to the driver's side, and gets in.
