Caught In Her Vengeance - Book 2

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Chapter 35

Catalina

"So, how was it?"

"Not bad," I snorted non-committedly, climbing into the passenger's seat. "The woman finally got me talking, so that's progress, I guess?"

"Oh, that's so exciting, C," Lola clapped her hands together as I closed the car door behind me. She had all the cheer and enthusiasm of a soccer mom picking up her kid from their first game.

Today was my fifth therapy session, and we  were on our way home. Nic called in a favor a couple of weeks ago after that day at the range. I would have taken his truck but I was a bit nervous, so I asked Lola to bring me. Thankfully she said yes, and I appreciated it, but I had to figure out a vehicle situation. Soon.

One of my biggest regrets was ditching my brand new car after I ran. I loved that thing, but I didn't want them or anyone to track me down, and we all know how well that worked out.

"You okay," I asked, noticing how faint she looked since I'd gotten into her BMW M5. She had always been fair-skinned, but at the moment, she was ghostly white.

Lola shrugged her shoulders and glanced over at me with dark bags present under her eyes. "I don't know. I've just been feeling under the weather lately. I think maybe it's the stomach flu or something?"

"How long have you been feeling this way?"

"Uhh," she cleared her throat. "A few weeks, maybe?"

"You should make a doctor's appointment."

"I think I will," she nodded in agreement, fully focused on the highway ahead.

"So, did you ever tell your brothers about him?" And by him, I meant her secret older lover.

"No point," Lola said, glancing over at me. Her pale face saddened, and she shook her head. "We ended things....I-I messed up, and he ended things."

"Shit, Lo. I'm sorry," I said with a sympathetic smile.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Definitely not," she deadpanned, sighing through her flared nostrils before glancing over at me.

"Want to talk about why you left and what happened while you were gone," she asked, obviously trying to change the subject .

"Nope."

I shook my head and looked out the passenger side window, my most recent session with the doc replaying itself in my mind as we drove.

"Nic is constantly handling me with baby gloves, while Matteo avoids me like the plague and won't even talk to me," I threw a hand up in frustration, and my therapist jotted notes down as I continued on my tirade as she did in all of our sessions. "Lorenzo is his typical asshole self, and Salvatore he's... Well, I don't know what he is but what I do know is that I can't let my feelings get involved again."

Looking up from the notepad, Ophelia tucked a piece of her short red hair behind her ear and hummed. "I understand entirely, Catalina, but you must ask yourself, if you really didn't want to get involved with them on some level, would you have come back to them after your assault?" Her thick English accent made her intrusive question sound dignified. "And furthermore, would you have confided in," she looked down at the pad and raised an eyebrow, "Domenico and Salvatore about it as well?"