Bishop |18+|

Ch.52

Alia

"Can you drive any fucking faster?" Giovanni growled. "Jesus Christ, it's like I hired the wrong fucking people."

The strong bristles rubbed up against my skin, creating an itch that I couldn't bare to leave hanging. The skin turned red, suiting the same pink tone my swollen eyes gave off from suppressing my tears. Sitting at the back of the car, I looked forwards, watching Giovanni scold the man in the driver's seat.

"The snow is making it hard for me Capo. Especially since a storm is coming up in a matter of hours." The man grunted, feeling the car purr once it accelerated more. "Don't you think we should hide out in the manor or some place else for the night til the storm passes?"

With a grunt, Giovanni smacked the back of the man's head, causing the car to swerve lightly off course. "You fucking stupid or what, Frank? You want us to get caught with this bitch?"

"No Capo." The man muttered lowly.

"So shut it and keep driving." He growled and sat back in his seat, looking down at the gun in his hand before unclipping the magazine. "We can do fuck all once we cross the border."

I couldn't bother to keep my thoughts straight at this point.

Everything within me was struggling to keep itself sane and stable. The tension was suffocating me and my heart was throbbing with ache once I felt the pounding get harder and faster. Anything could happen—Giovanni could simply pull his gun out and shoot a bullet between my eyes if he wanted to.

I became aware of the rhythmic hums of the engine as we travelled down a lone road. With nothing but tall snowy forest trees standing idle on either side of the road, I watched as snow fell down ever so gently onto the ground, blanketing the surface with a thick layer of cloudy ice.

Breathe.

There was another car next to us—another black ford ranger that Miguel drove with another one of Giovanni's men. Using a radio to communicate, my ears picked up the slight static that emitted from the black device in Giovanni's hand. "Capo." Miguel spoke.

He sighed. "Sì?"
"I just checked. There's border checkpoints along the way. Must've been newly implemented. How are we gonna get past em?"

Giovanni looked over at the other car before speaking via radio communication. "Cocaine. Just slip a few bricks. Keep 'em quiet." He then shifted, twisting his body to meet the gaze of mine.

Feeling too close, I attempted to scoot back, sinking into the leather seat. He simply chuckled. "You on the other hand..." A click was heard from the side of the passenger seat before I watched him draw his chair back, allowing himself to get comfortable looking back at me. "What do we have to do to get you to speak?"

"About what?" I scowled, looking down at the uncomfortable ties on my wrists.

"Family secrets." He shrugged, looking over at me with a lazy grin. "Being 62 doesn't make me stupid, sweetheart. I know Antonio's been planning shit behind my back and I want to know his plans."

"Go fuck yourself." I hissed, earning him a harsh glare. His jaw ticked, though the smile on his face stayed stubbornly persistent. I know I was pissing him off, and as much of a strong figure I held I knew deep down how much of a fucked up situation I'm in.