The only family vixen has ever known are the Santiago's. These are the only people she would die for, and be herself around.
Now if someone were to mess with that, she will bring them hell. To her, they are the only ones that matter.
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"Don'tyou fucking dare throw up in my car."
I glanced over to Harley in the passenger seat; she tensed her jaw as if she were holding back a gag, "I won't. Don't—" her hand shot to her mouth, but she swallowed and shook her head, "worry."
She looked pale and I wouldn't be surprised if she puked, but I begged whatever God there was, not in my car.
"I won't forgive you, if you do. Ever." I said switching my attention between the road and Harley.
She definitely needed to get everything out of her system. Fuck knows what she had taken tonight.
She chuckled, leaning her head back, "Bull shit, of course you'd forgive me."
I shook my head 'no' and stopped for a red light.
Harley lifted her head and looked at me with lowered brows, "Really?"
"Deadass."
"Nah. You'd definitely forgive me." She laughed lowering the window slightly to let in the chilling wind. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, closing her eyes.
I tapped on the steering wheel, in time with the beats of the song playing on the radio, before changing gear and speeding through the amber light.
"If I wasn't going to throw up before, I definitely will now." Harley mumbled into her palm, making me smirk.
After a few minutes, my train of thought had led me back to the Bratva. What were they doing in that club? I can't see any reason for them to be there... "Don't you want to know what that was?" I asked Harley. She hadn't spoken one word about it. To be fair, I didn't know myself, but I was expecting some questions.
"What?" She asked, holding her stomach.
"What happened in the club." I clarified watching her reaction with lowered brows.
"Oh. No I don't." She said simply.
"Why?" This is so unlike her.
"I just, don't really care."
"You're not curious?" I asked skeptically.
"Do you want me to be?"
"No. I just wasn't expecting that." I said with a smile.
