Entangled With the Mafia

The Car Chase

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"That Roland guy gives me the creeps." I decided to voice my opinion as we got into  the car.
"He should. He's a slimy bastard."  The grin on his face told me he enjoyed making me uncomfortable.
Rolling my eyes, I turned to give him a pointed look, "And that's probably why the two of you work together. Birds of a feather, right?"
The knuckles of the hand clutching the steering wheel turned white with force.
I've pissed him off. Good.
"You know nothing of me, little rose. I am nothing like him," he turned to me with a grin, "I am much worse."
My skin prickled at his words. Somehow, I believed him.
There was just something incredibly dark about Santino. Something that felt what I would imagine pure evil felt like.
I turned away, "Can I go and sleep now?" I refused to call my prison a home.
It wasn't anything close to one.
"No. We have a few more things to take care of."
"Let me guess, more creepy guys?" I asked.
"Maybe. How are those pain pills working?"
I turned to him with knitted brows, "What do the pain pills have to do with anything?"
He smirked and I didn't like that.
Aside from the fact that it sent a cold shiver of fear down my spine, he also looked incredibly hot with that smirk.
His smirk dropped and I noticed his eyes falling to the mirror. A frown formed on his face.
"What is it?" The atmosphere changed immediately.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me. What the hell is going on?"
He glanced in the mirror again, "I think I'm being followed."
"Oh great," just what I needed, "And what exactly does that mean? I'm in this car because of you. If I die-"
"Would you shut up?" He snapped, speeding up slightly.
I put my safety belt on, "Why do I feel like this is going to be one of the worst days of my life?"
Saint swerved the car in a swift motion, taking us down a side street.
"If someone is following you, doesn't it make more sense to stay in busy areas?" I asked.
"No. Shut up."
Now I was looking in the mirror. Sure enough there seemed to be a car following us.
"Who is it, and do they want you dead?" I needed to decipher if this would turn out to be a friend or enemy of mine.
Maybe this would give me a chance to escape.
"Blake, I'm a De Luca, many people want me dead."
"What? You? With all your charm and charisma? I would never have guessed." The sarcasm dripped from my voice.
He swerved the car again, taking a sharp turn.
I hissed in pain with the sudden choppy movement and reached for more pain killers.
"Lie down!" She shouted.
"What?" The words had just left my voice when I heard the loud gun shot seconds before glass rained down as the back window was hit.
"Jesus!" I ducked awkwardly in the seat, the new found adrenaline replacing the pain in my body.
The car sped up as Santino began taking turns.
I kept my head down, fearful that we would be shot at again.
"Can you shoot?"
"What?" It took a moment for me to process what he was saying, "You want me to shoot them?!"
Before he could respond there was another shot and I screamed.
"If you won't make yourself useful, get into the back and stay down."
I wasn't listening. The adrenaline rushing through my body was all I could focus on.
He swerved the car and there was another shot, but when I peeked up I saw Santino had an arm out the window, shooting at the cat behind us.
Maybe this will be my chance to get away from him.
He pushed his foot down and the car began to speed up, causing me to sit up.
The buildings whirled past us in a blur.
My chest was heaving and I clenched my legs together tightly as I felt the throbbing between my legs intensify.
Adrenaline and fear had always turned me on. But I was annoyed that such a dangerous situation had the same effect.
Really? If I make it out of this alive, I seriously need to get some help.
He took a sharp left, followed by a right and then another two lefts.
I glanced in the mirror, "I think they're gone."
But he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on the road, a frown of deep concentration on his face.
He took a few more turns before we turned into a dirt road surrounded by trees.
Seconds later he was pulling to a stop, we were hidden by bush.
Both of us were silent, our chests heaving.
When I got out of the car, my legs shook and I almost fell over. Leaning against the hood of the car I took in a deep breath.
"That was insane." I breathed out when I heard his door shut.
He stalked over to me and before I knew it, his hand was on the back of my head and his lips were pressed against mine.
I moaned against him when his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted like bourbon.
Treacherous hormones!
His hand tightened in my hair as he bit down on my bottom lip. My hands on his chest, my back arched involuntarily as heat rose between my legs.
My hips bucked forward, desperate for the feel of friction.
When his mouth left mone and my eyes snapped open, I came to my senses.
Still panting, I pushed him away, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
His eyes raked up my body, "Danger gets my blood boiling."
I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks, "You're disgusting." Hypoctite, much?
He grinned, his tongue darting out over his plump bottom lip, "Tell me you don't love dancing with danger."
I kept my lips pressed tightly together. He was right, I did always get a thrill out of danger.
Just not this kind of danger.