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“It’s called stalking,” I casually throw out there walking past him just because I needed to keep some distance between us.
He chuckles walking behind me catching up rather fast. “You need a ride and I want to talk.”
“I’m not getting in a car with you after everything that happened. It’s not happening. Go find someone else to con into the back of your car for some fun.”
His hand grabs at my shoulder stopping me from walking away. “I’m not trying to give you a ride so I can fuck you. I’m trying to give you a ride because we need to talk about everything.”
I consider what he is offering. While it would be nice to be driven around by a brand new Masserati, the company is not what I need.
I was a wreck for months after we broke up. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, all I did was study. If you are the type of person who looks at a glass as half full, maybe the breakup made me get to where I’m at much quicker.
The bottom line is, if I get into the car with him, I doubt I will get out of this with my heart still in my body. Milo was my first love and I was his. I had been with him for a while and I thought for sure we were end game.
“It’s just a ride,” he mutters with his keys in his hands.
“Fine, but that’s it!”
Chapter Six
Milo
I didn’t doubt for one second that she would turn me down. I have heard about her in the States living so humble. The Isidora grew up with all of the wealth and the fancy cars.
“Where are you taking me?” Isidora gripes from the front seat. I can hear the American accent in her words. It would have pissed me off seven years ago, but now it is sexy as fuck.
“I’m taking you to the hospital so you can see your brother.”
She rolls her head to the side to look out the window. “Even after all this time, you think you can run my life.”
“You ready to talk about it?” I blurt. I’m dying to know if she’s ready to hear how I was scared and didn’t want anything bad to happen to her because of who I am in the Andino Family. I’m freaked the fuck out that someone is going to come up behind us and roll the car.
“Just get me to the hospital and I will think about talking to you.”
“You’ve gotten feisty since moving, haven’t you?”
She ignores to continue looking outside.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” I mumble low enough not to sound like I’m yelling.
“I bet you were. Why did you do it?”
I’m pulling over on the side of the road to look her in the face to tell her what happened.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Isidora demands pulling on her seatbelt to tighten it against her body.
“I walked in you about to die. I loved you so much and didn’t want anything to hurt you. I did what I did for a reason.”
“So, you shattered my heart and left me in the hospital after I almost died because you didn’t want to hurt me?”
“Isidora, this just isn’t going to make sense to you.” I’m having trouble forming the words to get her to listen to me. I’m having trouble conveying what really happened.
“Are we going to talk about why I picked you up from a prison?” I ask while shifting back into gear on the road.
She giggles back in her throat. The sound is something I thought for sure I would never hear again. It sounds like a music box with a melodic tune.
“Are we going to talk about how you found me? Don’t tell me that the Andinos have this place in their pocket, too.”
“Nope. Now tell me why you were there.”
