Page 15 of Betraying Family Vows
"That's what you could have done had you not spiked my drink."
My cheeks flush with unwanted heat. "You're disgusting, you know that?"
"And yet you keep looking at me like you're not sure whether you want to slap me or ride me."
I'm so annoyed right now I decide it's better to stay quiet and not entice him to say anything else. I notice how he's still shaking his head slightly, trying to scatter the brain fog from the drugs, I'm sure.
He leans forward slightly and checks his surroundings. I grow even more nervous, as I have no idea where we are, and somehow he does.
As we drive away from any hope of civilization, the streetlights grow more sparse, and buildings give way to open grass and vineyards.
What the fuck am I doing? Driving to my own execution?
My gaze drops to the speedometer. Seventy miles per hour. The road stretches empty before us. No one's around.
I could end this now.
If he's going to kill me, I might as well finish what I thought I could do.
Without overthinking, I jerk the wheel hard to the right toward some trees.
The car shakes as it leaves the smooth road for the dirt barrier.
Dimitri's reflexes are too quick. His hand shoots out, wrestling the wheel from my grip. The force of his take on the wheel sends us fishtailing across the road.
"ARE YOU INSANE?" he roars, his arm braced against mine. "Stop the fucking car."
I do, but not because I'm following directions. I'm too afraid to commit to what I started.
The tires screech to a halt inches from the tree line. The headlights catch all the dust and rocks the car has kicked up.
My chest heaves. My hands shake. I stare straight ahead, unable to breathe.
And the worst part? I can still feel his body heat from where he grabbed me. It's in my skin. I hate him. I want him dead. So why the hell am I shaking for more than one reason?
He grabs my wrist.
"You try that again and I'll break your goddamn fingers."
"I'd rather die than go wherever you're taking me," I say, my voice raw.
"If I wanted you dead," he says, the gun back at my side, "you'd already be cooling next to your friends back there."
"Now drive, and if you try anything else, you'll be begging for me to kill you."
I wait a moment and slowly pull back out onto the road.
"God! Just," I turn to him, "you ruined everything, you know," I say as I accelerate again, my voice cracking. "Everything."
He looks out onto the road. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
"I know exactly what I'm talking about!" My scream fills the car. "You killed my father, and you know what, in a way, my mother too. That ruined my life, so fuck you."
"I didn't do shit to anyone that didn't deserve it. I don't know what lies you were fed, but I didn't do anything to you."
"You killed my father!"
"Then there's a good chance it was coming to him."
