An arranged marriage. An illicit affair. An unforgettable passion. A forbidden love...
A spoiled socialite clashes with a streetwise mechanic who challenges the order of her privileged life while an arranged marriage threatens even more.
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I sat on the ground in a catatonic state as Vino stood by keeping watch of me.
There had only been one gunshot, but it was probably enough to do the trick. My eyes watered and I made no move to wipe them.
All I could do was breathe and that was hard enough.
Behind me, I heard the garage door lift back up. I kept my vision out at the woods before me. I wasn't strong enough to see him like that, knowing that I had ruined his life.
"Time to go, princess," Vino said as he came closer.
Go? Where was there to go? I would rather Cain shoot me too than go back there.
"Don't touch her."
That voice.
I whirled around and stumbled back.
Keith was still alive.
He was coming to me and before I knew it, he'd taken me into his arms and pulled me to my feet.
He wasn't bleeding and there didn't seem to be a wound. I didn't understand. "I heard a gunshot!"
Cain came past us. "Target practice."
Keith held me close and tight, ushering me behind his back.
Cain wasn't impressed. "I guess this is breaking up?"
What a sick little joke. A look closer and I could spot blood on his mouth. I hoped Keith got him good.
"Don't talk to her," Keith warned.
Cain rolled his eyes and peered straight at me. "This isn't over. Tomorrow morning at nine, no sooner, no later, we're going to have a chat with your father. Bring Keith."
"O-Okay," I stammered.
Keith stepped in front of me more, as if to keep Cain from seeing me for a second.
Impassive, Cain turned his attention to Beans and Vino. "Let's go. I'm hungry."
Together, the three of them got into the Phantom. It was idle for a second before it pulled away and rode off.
I only got to look at it for so long before everything got shaky.
Keith had a hold of me and was shaking me.
Roughly, he grabbed my face, hard and determined. "Don't you ever do some stupid shit like that again!"
Anger and delirium poured from his person as he shook me once more for good measure.
"Was I supposed to let you die?" I cried.
"I'd rather you than me!" he snapped at me. He held me to his chest, nearly crushing me. "I can't lose you, Kenny. Fuck."
