HIS DAME

Chapter 50

Greetings sweet people....

How are you?

This chapter is dedicated to @shazameena  (my honeybunch 🍯)

Please ignore the typo mistakes

Enjoy!!

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IN HERMIONE'S CAR

"You have to take the right turn after this signal," Vittoria instructed, her eyes flicking between the laptop screen and the road ahead. Hermione remained silent, her grip on the steering wheel tightening as she simmered over the drama from earlier. The weight of Nedvar's antics hung heavily in her thoughts.

"He's not stupid; he's the perfect devil people call..." Hermione muttered; her voice low but sharp enough for Vittoria to catch. "He thinks he can affect me."

Vittoria burst into laughter, the sound filling the car. "He really got you this time, Vee."

"Shut up, Tori, before I throw you out of the car," Hermione spat, her annoyance bubbling to the surface.

"And who will give you the location then?" Vittoria countered, raising an eyebrow.

"That's the only thing stopping me," Hermione admitted with a sigh, smoothly making the turn.

Vittoria smirked, glancing back at the side mirror. "The boys are still following us, you know. And your man? I don't think he's even breathing properly, knowing you're going on a rescue mission like some secret agent."

"Now that I think about it..." Hermione started, her expression shifting slightly, "what is the plan?"

Vittoria snapped her head toward Hermione, her mouth hanging open in shock. "You were the one with the plan, na!" Her voice was filled with disbelief, her brows furrowing.

"How would I have a plan?" Hermione shot back; her tone defensive. "You're the one who said, 'We will get her,' not me."

"Yeah, I said that," Vittoria replied, her tone now laced with frustration. "But that doesn't mean you become so stubborn that you reject Rocco and Sam's help—oh, and let's not forget your husband!"

"I don't want those guys thinking I, Queen, need their help to save my sista," Hermione declared with a defiant edge.

Vittoria let out a dramatic sigh. "Ah, yes, the Great Queen can't accept help—even from her own husband."

"Oh really?" Hermione's tone turned biting as she glared at her friend. "Don't taunt me. Because last I checked, it wasn't me who was half-naked on the couch in my living room, enjoying a kiss from a man because he's a 'good kisser.'"

Vittoria's face flushed, and she shifted in her seat. "Can we not talk about that? Stop taunting me like this."

"Why? Did I hit a nerve?... fine," Hermione replied with a small shrug. "So, what do we do now?"

"We don't have a plan. Why not let your husband handle this?" Vittoria suggested with a casual tone.

Hermione slammed the brakes, the tires screeching as the car came to a sudden, harsh stop. Vittoria shrieked, clutching the laptop to her chest.

"VEE...!" Vittoria exclaimed in alarm, but Hermione simply nodded toward the signal ahead, gesturing that they'd stopped at a red light.

Hermione turned to her with a sharp glare. "Never. Ever. Suggest that again."