11

EVE

"I will see you later today, okay?" Mario said, squeezing my hand a little.

I nodded, my uneasiness taking a huge troll at me where I was seated in the passenger seat of this huge black exotic truck and his father is right next to me, about to drive me to my place.

My heart is racing at a high pace.

Mario leaned closer to me. "Don't be nervous. My dad is a cool guy." He whispered, winking at me.

I smiled nervously, feeling my insides moving in a weird way.

"He will take you shopping as well. Just have fun, okay?"

I nodded. Wait, shopping as well?

"Alright. See you," he said, leaning again and placing a kiss on my temples.

"Bye, dad," Mario said, walking away to join the other guys in the car and leaving me with his dad in his car.

God, I think I am going to have trouble breathing.

His scent is insane. I want to know the name of his perfume.

Oh boy.

Calm down, Evelyn. Geez.

I fiddled with my fingers nervously.

"Seat belt,"

I almost jumped at the sound of his husky voice. With my shaky hands, I reached for the belt and something caught my eyes towards the entrance of the mansion.

It is Candela and Mario's aunt.

They are both standing there, staring at us. Candela has her hand on her hips, scowling at me.

I fixed my seatbelt and looked at them.

They are still staring at me.

The Don started the car, not minding his wife and sister-in-law looking at us.

My windows swiped up, preventing them from seeing me at me and I faced the road as he drove us out of the compound.

He took the right and I noticed the other cars taking the left side of the road.

I fiddled with my fingers, trying my hardest to fight my uneasiness.

I am seriously going through a lot internally right now.

I can't believe I am in a car alone with an actual Don.

A mafia DON.

I can't believe that.

Imogen had to see this.

She said such things don't exist.

Look at me now.

I am in a car with a mafia don.

Me!

I feel like Lyric right now.

He even has tattoos! Lots of them.

I moved my eyes to the wheels, watching as his tattoo-filled hands were moving the wheels.

I let out a breath, feeling weird within me.

Is it just me or is the wheels luckier than I am?

I literally want to be in the wheels' shoes right now.

God, I need help.

I looked at the window and let out a sigh as I looked at the trees and bushes we were driving past.

"How do you know my son?"

My heart picked up, racing very fast.

God, the voice is killing me.

I glanced at him as my brain prepared to answer his question. He is focused on the road.

"Um....at...at school." I stuttered pathetically, lowering my gaze on my fingers.

They are becoming sweaty.

What is wrong with you, Evelyn?

He is a human like you. He is not a god or anything.

Calm down.

"What is your relationship with him?" the husky voice again.

I glanced at him again. He is focused on the wheel.

"He is.....he is my friend,"

Stop stuttering!

I cleared my throat. "He is my friend," I repeated, lowering my gaze.

"Why does he treat you more than a friend then?" He asked, making me freeze.

I looked at him. His attention is on the wheel.

"I don't.... I don't know." I stuttered again.

This feels like I am in an oral examination or a quiz. I am extremely nervous and uneasy.

God, how can someone have that much power over you?

There was a little silence until....

"Which way again?" He asked, making me sit up a bit.

I looked at the road, trying to pick up a familiar road. I noticed a familiar signpost at the side of the road with the words, "Marie Lane."

Willow would always drive me past it whenever I was going to school or coming back.

"Left," I said to the Don.

He stirred the wheel and continued driving.

I felt my nerves calming down, but I involuntarily moved my eyes to the wheels and stared at his tattooed hands.

They are gorgeous.

And they looked skillful and...

I sucked my teeth slightly and faced the window.

I have to stop these ridiculous thoughts. He is someone's husband. And he is very much older than me.

Get a grip of yourself, Evelyn. Please!

"The fuck?"

My heart picked up as I looked at him. He is looking between the road and his side mirror. His eyes moved to the front mirror.

"Wha....what is wrong?" I stuttered.

"We are being followed," he answered, his eyes not moving from the mirror.

What?

Followed?

I looked behind me and I saw a black van following us.

Next, a sound made me look at him. He is with a gun.

My breath hitched.

What the....

He cocked the gun and moved it at me.

My heart dropped as I looked at him with wide eyes.

He looked between me and the road, giving me a clear view of his gray eyes.

What is he.....what is he doing?

"Who are they?" He asked.

I furrowed my brows. What?

"Who the fuck are they damnit?!"

I flinched, raising my hands a bit in surrender. "I don't know!" I cried, my tears flowing freely.

His gray eyes softened, but he instantly faced the road as the black van blocked our way, making him come to a forced stop.

I let out a whimper.

I watched as the doors of the van opened, and two men came out with huge guns in their hands.

I gasped.

"Get down!" The Don yelled, pushing us down, and the men began firing shots at us nonstop.

I screamed under my lungs, covering my ears with my two hands as the bullets hit the car relentlessly. My heart begged to explode as the thought of dying dreaded me.

They continue shooting and shooting at us.

Why are they?

Why are they shooting at us?

My thoughts moved to Don.

He is the mafia boss, right?

Why isn't he.....

He drew out a huge gun from the back seat of the car, making me freeze. I watched as he fixed bullets into the gun effortlessly and rolled up his sleeves.

His eyes moved to me. "Stay down," he ordered.

Wha.....

He rose up, pushed the car roof open and got out of it. I watched as he pointed the gun at the men and cocked the gun, making me flinch.

I lowered my head and covered my ears with my hands again as he began shooting at them.

I screamed again as he continued shooting them. My heart pounded in terror.

This went on for seconds till he stopped.

I watched as he got down on his seat and opened the door. He got out of the car, making me raise my head slowly.

Terror washed me as I saw the men lying dead on the ground and their van was filled with bullet holes thanks to the Don's gun.

I watched as he walked towards them, kicking their legs to confirm their death. He walked towards the back side of the van, opened the door and pointed his gun at whatever.

I watched as he lowered his gun.

I opened the door and got out of the car. With my weak legs, I slowly walked towards the front of the truck, still staring at the Don.

He is still checking the van for anyone or anything. He is so focused and kinda filled with anger while searching for something.

He began walking back to me. My heart picked up as I stared at him while he approached.

In slow mo.

His height and muscles are insane in his white shirt and black trousers, and his open buttons are feeding my hungry eyes with the sight of his delicious sweaty-looking chest and his tattoos-filled neck.

Oh heavens. He is on fire.

No. He is a god.

An actual god.

What I am feeling right now is totally different from how Lyric felt. I am drooling right now. I feel strange in between my legs.

Geez, snap out of it, Evelyn. You both just got ambushed by bad guys.

What is wrong with you?

He got closer to me, making my heart race more than ever as his angry gray eyes rested on me.

Oh boy.

He is furious.

His eyes dropped on my chest, making my breath hitch.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked, his eyes moving back to me.

"Wha...."

The next thing he did caught me off guard.

He grabbed my pendant on my neck, making me flinch, and he dropped it on the ground.

"No!"

He stepped on the pendent, destroying it in the process.

My heart clenched as I stared at the pendant my mum gave me. Tears approached my eyes.

I looked at him. "Why did you do that?" I cried.

He leaned down and picked up the blue stone from the pendant.

"Who gave this to you?" He asked, looking at me as he raised the stone slightly.

"My mum. It was a gift. Why did you...."

"Why would your mother place a tracking device in a gift she gave to you?" He retorted, making me freeze.

What?

A tracking device?