I WOKE UP IN A NEW BUGATTIATHENA RUSSO:
I've lost Domenico.
It was not that hard, to be honest, but now I'm following the route to this random place that Dante seems to go to a lot. I have nowhere to go to so whatever this place is I hope it's somewhere I can stay at.
Trees blur in the corner of my eye as I speed down the long road. My grip on the steering wheel tightens. I glance at the time.
I had to take a lot of turns and different roads to lose Domenico and that took a while since he's so goddamn stubborn to just give up.
The sky is an orangey pink, in the distance. I sigh and lean back, taking one hand off the wheel. My brothers could possibly be murderers.
In Marcello's words, there is a 95% chance my brothers are murderers although the 5% could be me just jumping to conclusions. I've seen enough these past few days and I know I'm onto something.
I guess I'm not the one to judge. Actually, fuck that. I'll judge all I want. I know shooting my "father" was in self-defense. No one really knows what went down that night.
Yeah he tried to kill me but that night, he seemed different. He didn't even seem drunk, now that I think about it. I shake my head. I need to stop thinking about it.
I look up in the rearview mirror and see a black SUV behind me. I straighten my back and place both hands on the wheel.
I look at the map to see if I can take a random turn but the road goes straight for a while.
Am I being followed? Maybe. Could I drive this car off a cliff? Yes. Should I do it? No. That wouldn't be good. Sorry. I don't even know where I was going with that.
I look closely at the car behind me. I squint my eyes but the windows are too tinted so I can't see anything and they have no license plate.
Well isn't that awfully suspicious?
I press down on the gas and make speed down the road.
I remember the first time I learned how to drive. I was in a car chase with the police. But the thing about speeding makes me feel better. I hate driving normally.
I remember how I snuck into a street race because I heard some guys at school talking about it. Some random worker there thought I was a street racer. They pushed me into a random car and I was panicking. I didn't even know what to do.
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My Mafia Princess
ActionShe's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when sh...