Mafia's Obsession [18+]

36.

Ezio

I speed through the streets, following the dot on the screen where she's driving my Porsche. The events take an extreme turn. And now I realize, each version of her always takes me by surprise.

We could be fucking just then, and we could be drifting apart next. I never know which way she's going. But one thing for sure, we're never going forward.

I try to understand her mind, but it feels like there's always another new part of her that surges to the surface. And right now, it led to some stupid action.

Driving under influence is one of the most reckless shit she has ever done. Irresponsible. Immature. Selfish. What the hell is she thinking?

This girl seems to taunt danger every where she goes, but really, I think she's the danger all along.

I take some sharp turns, rushing to reach her at the intersection. It has been fifteen minutes since the phone call, and I have been racing to her like a madman. Because the dot on the screen tells me she's not driving leisurely either.

Not gonna lie, that shit makes me nervous.

The road is thankfully empty in this area. So, when a familiar Porsche is seen approaching, I make a violent maneuver to block her path. She steps on the brake in time, probably not see me coming.

I immediately slide out of my car, striding straight to her side. She locked the door, of course. A fighter through and through.

"Fine. I'm calling the tow truck." I say loud enough for her to hear. The instant click makes my lips tip a little. I waste no time to yank the door open. "Scoot over." I order. She doesn't have a choice but do as I say.

"You're overreacting." She huffs, finally sitting still and pretty on the passenger seat while I'm settled behind the steering wheels. My men will arrive soon to take my car, so I don't hesitate driving away after doing a sharp U-turn.

"And you're a menace to society." I reply her comment.

She snorts loudly. "Me? You're a doom to this city."

"At least, I'm smart enough not to drive under the influence." I glance at her, finding her back on me as she's gazing over her side window.

"Yeah, but you kill people for living." She retorts snidely.

"Not entirely true." I mutter under my breath.

"And I'm not drunk—"

"You are." I say with finality. She can't be serious arguing about it. I swear if she denies it one more time, I'd force her to do a breath test to prove my point. "Don't do this shit again, Sofia."

For a moment, she's silent. Then, I catch a bare nod. Not even dare looking at me in the eye. I hope it's shame coating her features.

And like an asshole I am, I demand. "Promise me. Word by word."

"I promise." She says reluctantly.

The drive to my house is shorter than I thought. Possibly because we're busy with our own head. It's true that I'm furious with her, but I don't know if confronting her directly would be a good idea with her current state. Being considerate is not even on my bingo card, then again I'd do anything for her.

I park the car swiftly in the garage, not killing the engine yet until I have her full attention.

She sighs like she bears the weight of the world, leaning back on her seat the second she realizes I'm not unlocking the doors.

"Tell me what you need, dolcezza." I turn to her, taking her in thoroughly. Body wrapped in warm coat, face hid under the curtains of hair.

"I need to be alone." She replies almost instantly.