Page 103 of Secrets of the Brother
She raced around another corner. The back end of the car pitched to the left as she took the turn at high speed.
“Dammit, woman. I swear to God if you don’t pull that fucking car over this minute—”
“You’ll what, Enzo? Dump me? Break my heart? Punish me? Lie to me? Kidnap me?”
As she ranted, the car picked up speed. She hit a patch of loose dirt and the car shimmied, kicking up a massive dust cloud, obscuring my vision. I was forced to tap the brakes, for fear of rear-ending her.
Seeing her taillights a safe distance ahead, I sped up.
We raced past the turnoff to the villa. The road narrowed as we headed higher up into the Apennine mountains. The tree cover became thicker as the vineyard and farmland receded. Sharp, jagged walls of gray rock were on the left where the road had been blasted into the mountain by dynamite generations ago.
On the right was a steep drop to the valley below.
Christ.
“Baby, please. Listen to me. Please, babygirl. Pull the car over. This isn’t safe.”
“Just stop following me!”
Another car appeared out of the gloom on the left and laid on its horn as the two cars passed within inches of one another without sideswiping.
Bianca jerked the wheel to the right and overcorrected. Her tires came dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.
My heart leapt into my throat as I watched the gravel kick up and then fall into nothingness as a high-pitched screech rent the air from the rubber of her tires scraping along the tarmac.
Horn still blaring, the other car passed me as Bianca moved the Ferrari back onto the road.
The air returned to my lungs in a rush so profound I felt light-headed.
Fuck.
If I stopped following her, she could still get into an accident the way she was driving.
If I continued to follow her, she would just get more agitated, guaranteeing she would get into an accident.
I needed to put a stop to this. Now.
I knew these roads like the back of my hand.
In another two turns there was a small clearing. It was near an Etruscan watchtower ruin.
It would be my only opportunity to put a stop to this madness.
I gave her one last chance. “Baby? Are you still there? Please, pull over. Let’s talk.”
“Leave me alone, Enzo!”
The line went dead.
“Fuck!” I pounded my fist against the center of the steering wheel.
I backed off and gave her space.
I watched helplessly as she took the next turn at a near catastrophic speed.
One more turn to go.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
