Thorns

CHAPTER THREE - Helplessness

Ciao! Third chapter up with still lots more to come! Oh yeah, I forgot to mention earlier that english isn't my native language, so if there's any errors that's bothering you, just tell me! Aaaand also, I know like one word in Italian so I've been translating whenever needed. So once again, is there any errors, just holla at me and I'll fix them right away!

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CHAPTER THREE
Helplessness

"Move it" Nico growls, pushing me up the stairs.

"Geez, what happened to being nice?" I sigh, reluctantly taking each step. Each step takes you closer to death, my subconscious tells me.

"Trust me, Americana, I'm the nicest guy you will find around here"

"You know, somehow I doubt that. Fernando in the reception at my hotel seemed much nicer" I say, opening the door at the top of the stairs. As I look around in the dark, I see a completely empty living space. I peer out the windows, seeing nothing but endless miles of the Italian countryside, only lit up by one or two lampposts. This is probably where they take people to torture them or kill them...

"You would be wise not to tease me" Nico growls, brushing past me and grabbing my arm in a firm grip. He practically drags me across the room and out of the door. I yank my arm away.

"Hey! You can't tell me you're the nicest guy around here and then handle me like a caveman" I whine, rubbing my arm.

"Baby, that was not even close to a caveman. But fine, have it your way" Before I know it, he wraps his strong arms around me and throws me onto his shoulder.

"Stop! Let me down!" I screech in protest, hitting and scratching at his back. He seems annoyingly unfazed my my attempts to hurt him and starts walking. I notice him shifting, picking something up from his pocket and suddenly a loud beep scares me to the point where I nearly hop off his shoulder. Talk about being on edge. All of the sudden, He stops in his tracks and puts me down carefully. As I turn around, I'm met by the view of a gourgeous, black Ferrari.

"Of course you have a Ferrari!" I sneer.

"I have a lot of cars. Now get in". Reluctantly, I open the door to the passenger seat, making sure to bump into the car a few times with my dirty shoes before settling down on the passenger seat. Childish, maybe, but effective, judging by the sour look on Nico's face. He slams the door shut and walk over to the driver's side, sliding gracefully into place. He puts the key in the ignition and the car roars to life, sending violent vibrations through my body.

He pulls out onto a small road, looking deep in thought. He's probably contemplating where to kill me and then dump my sorry ass. I need to distact him. Quickly, I reach for the radio, but like a ninja he reacts and swats my hand away.

"Don't touch anything" He growls

"Why? You don't want me to know what kind of music you listen to? I bet it's something Italian and cheesy. Ooh, it's probably Andrea Bocelli. You know, Con Te Partirè or something. Although it's also named Time to say good bye... Never got that. No wait, that's because they sing Time to say goodbye in that version, right?"

"Can you just shut up?". I clear my throat, ignoring his plea.

"Tiiiiime tooooo saaay goooodbyyyyyeeeee..." I sing, making him cringe, "That's how it goes, right? Can you sing it in Italian?"

"No"

"Pleeeaseee, just the chorus will do"

"No"