Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~Dead or Alive?~

Chapter 11

I was shaking, my whole body was trembling from anger. I was furious, and jealous, so many other things kept flying in my mind as we drove to the house.

Staring out into the night I watch the streetlights and count them in my head trying to not picture Mateo and that woman.

*That woman...WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT WOMAN?! OMG! I just wanna punch something ANYTHING, him, her, even poor petrified Alex who looks nervous as hell since the moment I had my small fit.*

Looking up I see Alex eyeing me through the reflection. He clears his throat to speak but his mouth just hangs open. I could see his hands growing sweaty, as I look at him.

"Do you want to say something, Alex?.." I ask in a calm, yet irritated tone.

"Oh Uh...no ma'm I just was concerned that's all..."

I inch my eyes closer together and tighten my jaw. "About what?.." I say as I sit up straighter.

He looks back and forth.

Me.

The road.

Back to me.

The road.

His watch.

His phone. His phone's buzzing loud, its buzzing loudly and I look to see the face of a man who's dick I wanted to chop off as bad as I wanted it.

He quickly averts his attention from me and the road, grabbing the phone as he answers it. But before he can I take hold of it, snatching it from his grasp. He almost turns to look at me but I point for him to face the road.

"You want us both to die?! I'll answer it." I say in a harsh tone.

Nervously I look at the phone and the face on the it. In one fast swipe I answer it.

"Alex! Where in the HELL are you guys?! Where's Agnola?! She's supposed to be home. It's been three whole fucking hours and thirty min! I swear to GOD you tell her to get HOME RIGHT NOW or I'll drag her ass back here myself! Alex?! ALEX ARE YOU-" I interrupt his big fat ass mouth enabling him to speak.

"Stai zitto Mateo! Tu fottuto imbroglione!" I yell in Italian. I only ever swear in Italian when I'm angry and this was very perfect timing.

Translation:({Stai zitto: Shut the fuck up!} | {Tu fottuto imbroglione!: You fucking cheater!})

I can already see the confused expression on his face through the phone.

"Nola, why the hell aren't you home yet huh?! We made a d-"

"Did you not hear what I said you Stronzo?!" I inhale the air I've been enabling from entering my lungs.

Translation:(Asshole)

"You listen to ME! I am your soon to be WIFE! And for you to sleep with some other woman may seem ok to you but it's not to me! I fricking loved you I still do and that's why it hurts so FRICKING MUCH! But you obviously don't because you're banging some random chick all because I couldn't?!...Frick you!..no FUCK YOU!" I sniffle, finally noticing the tears that have fallen...I was so hurt...and all that anger turned into ash after I blew up...

Before he can hurt me even more I end the call. I end it all. I'm so done...but I know that's a lie...and I hate lies...I hate him..and I hate myself even more for letting it get so far. Far enough for him to hurt me.

My frustration grew even more when I felt the buzzing once more. I saw his face. A reminder of my anger and pain, and jealousy.

I sulk and hang my head low. Alex looks sorrowfully, taking the phone from my hands. Probably in fear of me throwing it.