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Chapter 10

RITA

A Ride from Earth to Hell.

That's how I feel. And I don't know what's worse: sitting behind the wheel, contributing to polluting the Earth with CO2, or an impatient murderer in the passenger seat, barely restraining himself from kicking me out of the car.

"Lucifer, please take my soul and let me help you rule Hell!" he exclaims, looking toward the roof of the vehicle as though pleading to the heavens. A frown creases my face — shouldn't Hell be below?

"I'm at the end of my bloody patience," he hisses, his voice as venomous as the plant on his lap, my poor pot feeling his anger as he grasps it with such vigor that it cracks.

"You ruined my pot..." I tell him with a sad pout and whine, "and you're praying in the wrong direction. Hell is not up there... it's down..." I enlighten the imbecile.

"That's all you care about, huh?" he motions to the pot on his lap before opening the window and hurling my plant out, making me gasp in pure dismay and look at him, horrified.

I step on the brake, stopping the vehicle and looking in the direction where my plant rests, as he cusses about my stop, looking like he's surviving a mental breakdown.

"Have you fucking killed the engine again?" he grits out with a deadly stare. I've killed the engine three times already, as I'm not very skilled with gears, but he still refuses to swap places and drive.

"No, I want to get my plant!" I bolt out of the car before he can take out his blackmail tool and press it against my temple. I rush to my plant and take it from the ground before heading back and placing it on the backseat, securing it with the seatbelt to prevent further damage.

I smile. Now, my plant is safe.

"Get your fucking ass back behind the wheel!" he seethes, making me plant my ass back, a pout on my lips as I shift in my seat. His madness scratches at my nerves as well, leaving me nervous.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to get my plant back... it's a domestic one, you know? It cannot survive without me..." I start the car again, heading on the way, making sure not to get on his wrecked nerves anymore.

Suddenly, with a guttural curse, he snatches the steering wheel, yanking it back on course just as the car swings perilously close to the edge of the road. "Do you want to kill us? Look at the damn street!"

"I'm sorry," I repeat, my fingers lacing around the wheel, making sure not to veer again. "Why are you so mad? It should be Mother Nature mad at us for polluting the air..."

He exhales sharply and lets out a frustrated chuckle. His eyes glint with expectation, as if the reason behind his frustration is obvious. "Why am I mad...?" he repeats, checking his phone.

"Because your nature crap drives me mad! And it's three in the morning. There are no cars, no people. The streets are empty, and I'm bleeding out of my ass."

"Wait — are you really shot in your ass?" I blurt out, my voice tinged with shock. "I thought you were bluffing on the phone earlier to avoid returning to the mansion. Or maybe you don't want to feel guilty for polluting nature by driving... is that why you make me do your dirty work?"

"Believe me, I've done way nastier work... like decapitating irritants. And if you don't want to be one of them," he threatens, tapping my temple with the cold barrel of his gun, "speed up!"

Chewing on my lip, I try to find a solution to mitigate the pain in his ass and calm him down, as I assume that's where his madness originates. "Don't you want me to pull over and treat your wound?"