Bleeding Rose

Chapter twenty

"Do I want to know where you got this car?," I asked suspiciously.

"Not really no," he deadpanned .

I looked at the route guidance and groaned.

"We five more hours. What if our niece is born before we get there," I cried out.

He cracked a smile.

"What?" I asked.

"You just called her our niece," he smirked.

"Well legally," I tried to cover it up.

"Mhm whatever you say," he said, still smirking.

"Ok I know this is going to sound extremely morbid, but shut up until I'm finished talking," I said, turning in the passenger seat to face.

"If I die in Ireland, there's something nobody knows about. I have a house, in the middle of Maine. That thing is protected as a damn fortress. So if something happens to me, give it to the girls. I want them to have it," I said, watching his face the entire time.

"Your not going to Ireland anymore," he grumbled.

"What are you talking about, of course I am?" I scoffed.

"It was a test," he murmured.

"Excuse me," I yelled.

He grimaced and kept his eyes on the road.

"As long as we're telling secrets. I feel like now is a good time to tell you I slept with Mateo a year ago," I said with a yawn.

The car swerved a little for a second before straightening out.

"What did you just say," he growled.

"Un uh, you don't get to go all Macho man on me after everything you told me today," I said defensively.

"Those are not the same thing," he scoffed.

"We are not doing this right now," I snapped.

"I agree," he gritted.

"I'm not talking to you anymore," I sneered before facing the window.

"I'm not talking to you either," he seethed.

Two hours later and we still had not acknowledged each other.

I turned on the car radio and started tapping my finger to the beat.

Then the song changed and I saw Lorenzo's fingers switching the stations.

I narrowed my eyes and slapped his hand away, changing the station back.

Then he slapped my hand away, to change the station.

I let out a growl before slumping back into my seat in defeat.

"This is ridiculous Isabella," he groaned.

I didn't acknowledge him.

"Isabella," he repeated

"Are you serious not going to talk to me?" He sighed.

"Fine. I guess I won't tell you about what Sammy did the other day," he sighed innocently.

That had me turning my head.

"Tell me," I ordered and a smirk rose to his face.

"She drew a picture of all three of us, we were dancing in a circle. I mean it kind of looked like a satanic ritual, but it's the thought that counts," he smiled.

"You know you would make a great father," I mumbled quietly.

I couldn't tell if he hadn't heard me or if he was just choosing to not respond.