Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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CHAPTER 5

Lola

Frustrated, I tapped my hands on the steering wheel as if that would help the red light change any faster. I was running late this morning for English Lit with professor douchebag, and I didn't need a reason for him to make an example of me as he often enjoyed doing with my fellow peers.

Once a girl's phone went off while Professor Mullens was reading the passage Inside by AA. Clearing his throat, he abruptly paused, summoned her to the front of the room, and made her continue the poem in front of the entire class. The poor girl's cheeks turned beat red as her voice trembled and hands shook as she stood before us center stage.

When class was over, she darted out of there, and the following day, we heard she dropped his class. I would have died. That was my biggest fear. Sure, I was an outgoing person, but I wouldn't say I enjoyed public speaking.

In fact, it terrified the fuck out of me.

The light turned green, finally, and I hit the gas before slamming on the breaks."Shit," I cursed, smashing into the ass end of the jerk's neon yellow sports car who decided to cut me off before break-checking me at the last minute—veering off the traffic-filled road, we turned off into the nearest gas station. I leaned over, pulling my info from my glove box, as I heard a car door slam before banging on my window.

Snapping my head to the side, I was met with a tall, dark-haired man in an Armani suit. From what I could tell, he was handsome, well besides that horrendous 70s mustache on his upper lip. Jesus, people still did that?

"Drive much," the dude sporting a gross pornstache yelled from the other side of the glass, his face seething red.

"Me," I yelled back, whipping the driver's side door open, forcing him to back up a few steps before I hopped out of the car. "You're the asshole who cut me off," crossing my arms over my chest, I peered up at him. The audacity of this guy I was fucking fuming before turning to expect the damage.

"Un-freaking-believable," I hissed, walking between our two parked vehicles. His douchey super sports car barely had a scratch on it, while my baby girl took the brunt of the collision. Reaching out, I ran my fingers over the maroon crushed metal on my car. "I'm sorry, baby."

"Ha! Asshole? You're the dumb bitch who doesn't know how to use her fucking breaks, " the big idiot barked from behind me. "This is why women shouldn't be driving." My blood began to boil. First, that asshole Cristiano, now this guy. Who the fuck raised these men?

"Watch it," I ground out. Balling my hands, I was ready to deck the jerk. His cyan colored eyes fell to the readied fists at my side, then they snapped back to mine, and he smirked, almost to taunt me like I wouldn't do it.

"I hope you've got good insurance because this is gonna cost a pretty penny, " he pointed to the tiniest scratch on the bumper of his car.

"We'll see about that, " I sneered, thinking about the dashcam in my Honda that I knew caught everything. I stepped over to my car, pulling it out and reviewing the recording. Exactly what I thought. I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Well, Mr. Money bags, I hope you've called the cops because they're gonna love this." I whistled. "This is gonna cost a pretty penny, " I threw his words back at him. He growled and tried to reach out for the device, but I dodged his efforts. Nice try, though.

"You didn't, did you?" I narrowed my eyes, finally realizing what was happening. Son of a bitch. "You knew you caused this, " I pointed at the cars before looking back at him, my face contorted in anger. "You just thought you were going to hop out of your car all big and intimidating, and I was just going to let you have your way. You're a bigger asshole than I thought you were." I shook my head, reaching for my phone to call the police.

"Not gonna happen, sweetheart." Usually, that pet name was a term of endearment, but the way he'd just said it sounded like he wanted to murder me.

"Fine by me."

I stepped forward, dialing three numbers before putting it on speaker, "911, what's your emergency?"

"Um, hi-"

"Fuck," he hissed out, hatred unbridled in his eyes.

"Hello, ma'am, are you still there, " the emergency operator asked. I opened my mouth to tell her I was, but the jerk cut me off.

"Fine, I'll pay to fix that piece of junk."

"Sorry, butt dial, " I said before hanging up the phone.

"I knew we could come to an understanding, " I smiled triumphantly even though the guy looked like he wanted to kill me. But I didn't care as long as I wasn't the one coming out of pocket. "We'll need to exchange information, yeah?"

I waited for him to grab his information before handing him mine. Alessandro Luna. The name on his insurance card rang familiar in my head like I'd heard it before, but I couldn't place where from.

Once I was finished jotting down everything I needed, I turned to hand his stuff back to him. I gasped, finding his eyes burning a hole in the side of the back of my head. "Here, Alessandro," I said to him, breaking him from his trance.

Alessandro looked down at me with furrowed brows like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. After a long bout of silence, I cleared my throat, glancing down and noticing the piece of paper in his hand was blank. I rolled my eyes, noting the fact that he hadn't written anything down.

"Did you get what you needed, " I asked, pointing to his hand, and he quickly crumpled the paper into his palm?

"Yup."

"Yup?" I narrowed my eyebrows.

"Yes, are you just slow or hard of hearing? I said I got everything I needed, " he spat venom laced in his words, then snatched his cards from my hand, whirled around, and walked away. Yelling, I hurried behind him.

"Hey!" I shouted. "What about mine?"

"Right," he grumbled, pushing them hard into my chest, knocking me back a couple steps before hopping into his car and speeding off.

Prick.

"What the fuck was that, " I asked myself, shaking my head. I'm really starting to hate the men around here.

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