Anais Jones
I could see the pure rage in this mans eyes as he sped down the highway. He dodged other cars like a maniac, gripping the steering wheel so tight, his nails left imprints on the leather.I was scared to say anything, fearing he might do some dumb shit and kill me and my kids in this fuckin car. I just sat in the passengers seat, hanging on to the handle above the window.
Only reason I got in this car with him was to stop him from trying to kill Nav. That poor man ain't ask to get his ass whooped on a random Thursday. He just wanted to help a bitch pass her drivers exam.
The fact that this even happened boggled my mind. Something told me not to underestimate this nigga. He was always 6 steps ahead.
As we entered the main streets, Luca made a hard turn almost running over a pedestrian. It was like he was TRYING to catch a case.
Looking in the backseat of the car, I watched as my kids swerved and shifted in their car seats because of Luca's recklessness.
Poor babies had to witness the tension in the car after a good day at school. They seemed confused as well.
I looked back at him, giving him a death stare. You would think he'd see me and stop driving like he wanted to kill us all but he didn't.
So taking a deep breath, I mustered up every ounce of strength I had left to speak to him after not doing so in the past half hour.
"I get that you're upset right now but you need to RELAX with my kids in this car bro."
"How I'm driving? Shit seem normal ta me." He spat.
"Like a lunatic. So stop it and control your anger...now." I gritted, speaking through my teeth.
"Wouldn't be so 'angry' if I ain't catch you hoppin into cars with niggas."
Taking a deep breath, I let it go for the sake of my kids.
"Don't know what you're talking about because that isn't what happened. Please wait til we get home." I huffed.
"You do know what the fuck I'm talkin bout. And you lucky that fuck nigga left with only a chipped tooth. I woulda did worse if yeen get in the car sooner. You keep playin with me."
"What did I just say? We are not doing this in front of the kids!" I hissed.
Taking a deep breath, Luca looked in the back seat to see the kids very in tune with what we were saying right now. Confused, but listening and I didn't want that to be the case.
"When we get home...you gettin treated." He grumbled. turning back and pointing his finger at me.
"Funny because I didn't do anything." I chuckled, trying to keep calm. "Just you acting out for no reason...again."
Nodding his head, he continued to drive in silence. He finally stopped driving so reckless and soon we'd been closer to home. I was thankful that he listened but I still wanted to rip his head off. Luca had tested me for the last time.
And I had a feeling this was gone be his very last time. I already knew some shit was gone go down in the next few minutes. Didn't know the outcome but I was sure it was something big. Nigga really followed me around today and high speed chased me.
He was unhinged and very unpredictable at times. No nigga let alone PERSON has ever put me through half of the shit he put me through.
After only a few more minutes of driving, we'd finally been approaching our building. There'd been nothing but silence as we parked in the garage and got out.
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WICKED: HEXED TWO || URBAN (CB)
General Fiction3 POV's Love triangle New location Same magic 🪄🔮✨ "...still wishin' that i was yo nigga." 🖤 i'm not good at the descriptions. y'all know this. skjskskskksk anyways enjoy. this is the last part to the "series" if you could even call it one.