The Good Bad Girl

Chapter 26 The attempt on a life

What was I thinking crying in his arms?

I shouldn't have drunk that wine. I know I get vulnerable and out of control when I drink a little too much. I can't believe I said all that to him when a couple of months ago I was planning on killing him. 

Now, I am not sure if I want that. I don't think I can hurt him anymore. Jesus Christ, just the thought of him being hurt pains me so bad I can't even begin to explain. 

What is happening to me? Am I really catching feelings for my husband?

"You sure okay?" He asks as we walk back to my car. He didn't want to let me go. He wasn't sure leaving me alone right now would be a good option and for a moment I thought of going with him since I couldn't go back to the apartment. Not when I want to hear the sounds of my brother and my best friend having sex but I think I crossed enough limits today. 

My emotional well-being is declining and I'll be in serious trouble if I don't solve it quickly. "Yeah, I am good. Sorry about earlier," I side-glance him, "I didn't mean to cry like that. It's just these couple of months have been too much for me,"

"You're not alone in this, Mi Zorro." He says and I believe him. It's weird how quickly I believed his words. I guess that's what happens when people open up. They start connecting with that part of each other they thought nobody would want to see or they would like. My emotional vulnerability had gotten me close to my husband.

I shouldn't be surprised but considering how abnormally normal people we are in a relationship, today feels like a step forward towards our future. 

Asher took my hand before crossing the road. I had my car parked in the restaurant's parking lot. Since the park was just opposite we didn't bother taking the car back from the valet's. Now as we take the lane leading to the parking lot, Asher and I hand our respective tickets.

"You know you're not sober," he says as we approach the spot where I parked my car. 

"Yeah," I giggled, "But I don't think it's fair to count my intoxication while driving since I already broke the biggest rule in the world of law."

"Fair enough but you were sober when you did the deed. Right now, you're anything but that,"

"Aww, are you worried about me?" I stop on my heels and turn,

"Of course. I don't want to live in a world where there's no you,"

I took a deep breath and looked away. For someone who rules the gray world, he is too good with words. Before I ended up doing something stupid like kissing him, I turned and fastened my steps.

He matches my pace quite easily, a smirk and a cocky grin resting on his lips. 

I stop when I see my car. 

What the hell happened?

Broken windshield, chunks of glass scattered on the floor, my side-view mirror looked like someone pummeled it with a baseball bat, flat tires and so many scratches on its skin, I could hardly recognize it. 

Asher comes and stands beside me. His body immediately tense up at the scene in front. "Was that your car?" he asked in a cold voice. Gone was the softness.

I nod taking a step towards it. Asher follows me and goes around the car. We scan the inches and squares of my car. Asher opens the trunk with a loud scratchy sound like something is stuck near the edges. I open the passenger side door and take a look at the massacre of torn seats and belts inside. 

There's no doubt that this was done by Benedict. I opened the glove compartments to see if they took something but except for the lighter that I keep for burning evidence nothing else was missing which is weird. Why would they take my lighter?