𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 34 ♡

August 2nd.

I waited until the clock hit midnight to leave the house. It would've been too risky to go any earlier.

The constant police sirens in the distance keep me on edge. I walk with my hands in my pockets, and my head down. I took a sweater from the house, and the hood hung over my face.

I'm fucked. 

I wanted to go to a motel, and get a room for tonight before leaving Italy once the sun comes up. I can't stay here. Not when I can hear helicopter propellers as I walk along the sidewalk looking to kill me.

I pass a bar, and look inside while I walked by.

My face was on every single TV in there.

'The most wanted woman in all of Italy.'

'Wanted dead or alive.'

'Will be sentenced to life in prison without parole if found.'

I've already said that I look bad in orange.

I keep my head down as I walk. People walk past me from the opposite direction, friends that are laughing and talking. I don't move my brown eyes up to look at them in fear of them have watching the news earlier.

A car screeches to a stop beside me. You can smell the burnt rubber from the tires skidding. 

"Get in," Nic rolls his window down and orders, his face having a hint of fear in it.

I don't hesitate for a second. I don't stand there, and say, 'No Nic, we need to talk about our feelings.'

I jump in the fucking car. I feel so relieved to see him.

A second before my car door can even close, he's already speeding down the road. I let myself lower my hood and pat my hair down since his windows are tinted beyond belief.

He glances away from the road to look at me, and opens his mouth to say something. But once he looks at me, he stops, and lowers his eyebrows.

"Why is there some blood on your cheek?" he asks me.

I swear under my breath and pull the mirror down. I turn my head to look at my left cheek, and start wiping the blood off it. I swear, "Shit. I thought it got it all off."

Since the mirror is already down, I start swiping my lips with lip gloss.

"Why the hell were you out doing a hit, when every single police officer in Italy is searching for you?" he asks me. "They just searched your house."

"I was doing it before," I put the mirror back up and tell him. "Plus, you have some staining your shirt."

He glances down.

"Oh. Shit."

My lips manage to turn up a little.

"I guess we always were a lot alike, huh?" I smile a little as I say.

And he does, too. He nods, "Yea. I guess go."

I let myself sit in the peaceful moment for a few seconds.

"So, where are we going?" I ask him.

"I'll take you to a motel and pay for it. I don't trust to go to my house, if they find something in your house that links me to you, they might show up to question me," he says while turning into a tiny parking lot to a green-colored motel. 

He comes to a stop, and tells me, "Stay here."

"Yea. Opposed to the Bahamas that's beside me," I say sarcastically and point to the parking lot beside me.