(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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A/N: This is going to be a nice, happy chapter :3 Ya'll deserve a break so enjoy!
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I've been driving for two days now. It's almost a relief sitting in Quick Silver after always being in other cars or vans or limos or jets. I like my car. She makes me calm.
"I'm scunnered out of mah mind!" Nessa complains next to me while pushing back her wild red hair. It's pretty hot out here unlike where it's almost winter in Tygerwell. East is almost always Summer.
"English please," I sigh.
"I am talking English, ye tattie!" Nessa scolds.
I sigh some more and sit back in my seat. It's pretty insane that I'm actually leaving. I'm finally escaping Jane. After I lost the match, Nixon, Gareth and Falco was sent to burn Goldy's body. I was horrified, but Xavier said he'd handle it. So I hope that's what he did...
And while Xavier and Jane were discussing if maybe the wedding should be after the South is weakened, I took my chance. I didn't greet anyone and just took Nessa with me. To be honest, I'm surprised she agreed. It's weird really. I wonder what my family will make of her...
I know my parents expected me to marry someone that would help the gang, but secretly all they wanted was for me to have a girl that would make me happy. I'm pretty sure Nessa isn't what they'll be expecting, but it's not like I'm going to marry Nessa or anything. She just helps me forget some of the pain.
"I still can't believe ye thought yer weak-ass car would do more damage to yer phone than mah heel," Nessa muses.
I smile at that. Yesterday, after Jane sent me a threatening message to return immediately or else, I stopped next to the road, put my phone in front of my tyre and drove over it. Somehow my phone was still holding on to life. It actually survived a fucking car!
But Nessa merely strutted over, took one step onto the poor phone with her studded heel and it was beyond repair. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if Nessa's heels had some secret contraptions or weapons.
"Tell me more about yourself. And please, don't tell it in another language. I want to understand you. I feel like you know almost everything about me, but I know nothing about you," I say to break the silence.
