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We can get past this
I need a little time Angelo
Please be patient with me
Of course
“Fuck!” vibrates loudly from my lungs. Spinning around, I drive my fist through the passenger window of the car. The sheet of glass crackles as it falls in pieces at my feet and onto the seat of the car. Blood seeps down my hand from the shards embedded in my skin.
My bloody hand dripping on the luxurious interior of Sal’s car, I drive back into the city. The traffic around me a blur, as my focus is solely on eliminating Sal and reclaiming Ellie.
ChapterThirty
ELLIE
Lyla has just arrived and we are making some breakfast and coffee while I begin to fill her in on the events of last night. When the coffee is done, she pulls the morning after pill from her purse and hands it to me.
“Breakfast of champions,” she jokes, trying to lighten my mood.
“Not funny, Lyla.”
“C’mon,” she nudges me and smiles, “This is a big moment.”
“Yes,” I mock her as I pass her my phone, “Better take a picture to send to my mom for my scrapbook.”
She swipes it open and lifts it as I put the pill in my mouth, “Smile for Mom.”
It buzzes in her hand and her eyes widen.
“Please tell me you didn’t actually just send that to my mother,” I try grab the phone from her.
“No,” she blurts out, “It was Angelo.”
“You sent it to Angelo?” My heart stops in my chest as I flail for the phone.
“Fuck, no!” She exclaims, “He sent you a text.”
I step close to her and she moves the phone in front of me so that we are both able to read it.
ANGELO
It’s okay beautiful
Everything is going to be okay
“What’s going to be okay?” Lyla questions. “I’m so lost right now. What the hell happened after we all watched your demonstration at the club?”
“You watched?” A blush spreads over my cheeks.
“Babe. Everyone watched! That shit was fucking hot as hell. Trust me, there wasn’t a soft cock or dry pair of panties in the room when Sal kicked us out.”
“Lyla!”
“What? It’s true,” she shrugs her shoulders, “Did he kick us out to fuck you at the club?”
“No. He didn’tfuckme at the club,” Lyla smiles when I over-exaggerate the word.
“So, you were horny as hell and came home to fuck Angelo?”
