Bleeding Rose

Chapter twenty four

"Nope," I shook my head rapidly.

"Are you serious? We're married," Lorenzo guffawed.

"So? Remember when you tried to kill me?" I shot back.

"I'm just going to go now," Nico muttered, backing out of the room.

"I swear Enzo, one of these days I'm going to chop your balls off," I threatened.

"It's one night," he groaned.

"Yeah, in my fathers house. How do you think he's going to react if we share a room," I defended.

We were leaving for Italy in a week, so I convinced Lorenzo that we spend two days with my sisters one last time.

"You know, you don't even have to come," I reminded.

"Do you really think after all the shit you've pulled recently. The entire Mario Lopez thing, that I'm going to let you go alone?" he said in disbelief.

"I'm not a child Lorenzo," I snapped.

"Sometimes you act like it," he snapped back before storming out of the room.

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"Do you ever think we'll get divorced," I asked, picking at my cuticles while Lorenzo is driving the five hours to Las Vegas.

"Never going to happen," he states plainly.

"But why," I pushed.

"Because I said so," he replied sharply.

"But what if I want to be with someone-"

"Finish that god damn sentence Isabella I dare you," He threatened darkly.

"else. What if I wanted to be with someone else," I challenged.

"Then I would have to have to kill them," he replied.

"But why-"

"Listen to me very closely Isabella, I will be your last everything. The last person you kiss, the last person your with, the last person you go fucking bowling with, so stop saying shit like that," he grumbled.

I let out a loud whistle of amusement and didn't say anything after that.

"Look at that possessiveness Macho Man. Careful, or I might think you care about me," I smirked.

"Your such a little shit," he scoffed.

"Hey now. That's not a nice way to talk to your wife," I dramatically gasped.

"Nothing about our marriage is nice," he grumbled,

"Not true. Our wedding was nice," I countered.

"Our wedding also got shot up," he reminded.

"Semantics," I dismissed.

He just blew out a heavy breath focused back on the road.

About 15 minutes later I glanced through the right side mirror again.

"That black car has been trailing us for the past 30 minutes," I cursed, reaching for my gun in the glove compartment.

"Don't shoot until they do," he grumbled peaking back in the rear view mirror.

"Jesus Christ, why the hell would you look in the rear view mirror, now they definitely know we're onto them," I scoffed, unbuckling my seatbelt to load my gun.

Then the first shot sounded.

"Show time Mr. Moretti," I smirked, rolling down my window.

"Show em how it's done Mrs. Moretti," he smirked back, pushing down on the gas harder.