Page 32 of Forbidden War (Forbidden 2)
“This isn’t up for discussion,” he says. “My ride is here.”
A limousine pulls up just then, painted with metallic blue and green accent stripes in Marco’s racing colors. One of the tinted windows rolls down. Jessica’s head pops out and she smiles winningly at Marco.
“Let’s go, babe!” she says.
Dante lets out a long-suffering sigh, but Jessica’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“Really, Marco? This is how the night is going to end?” I hiss.
He has the grace to give pause, maybe even briefly reconsider. But then he shrugs one shoulder. “Yeah. It is.”
“I’ll sit up front,” Dante says, clearly annoyed but not wanting to get involved.
Marco waves at him, and then, without a look back at me, he gets into the limo, slipping in next to Jessica. She wiggles her fingers at me out the window in an obnoxious, gloating wave.
All I can do is stand there, heartbroken, as the limo speeds away.
