I scowled down at her, my chest heaving. “Fuck up again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head. I don't care what arrangement you made with Dom. I’ll kill you and piss on your corpse. Do what you’re fucking told. Got it?” I released her.
“Yes,” she mumbled, sniffling.
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Stella Monroe to play the victim.
“Get in the fucking car. Not another word until we get to Dom.”
She slid back onto her seat and put her seatbelt on, her arms crossing over her chest.
Fuck. I can't wait to get away from her.
But I’d be stepping out of one mess into another because Vincent said Bianca was awake and pissed off.
She was probably going to kill me because I’d nearly killed her.
And in a few hours, she’d be my best friend’s wife. I’d never have her like Dom would. She’d never have my name. She’d never fully be mine…
I exhaled as I got back into the car and pulled onto the road, stuffing my ugly thoughts away.
I hated the pain in my chest. If this was love, it sucked.