Arrogant Monster - A Mafia Romance

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new today: running fr

, big dramatic music swelling in the background. But in re

f the place you were supposed to exc

you were supposed to share with him as you

hard to see the road through your veil of tears, and it's hard to find the tissues in the glove box to wipe off the blood and sweat and

ay bride didn'

down th

in t

I dr

ten, one hundred twenty miles per hour. The

, I cringe. The woman looki

with the crumbling grit of my foundation. My hair is falling from its i

just a little bit sooner, I wouldn't be hurtling down this lonely stretch of road, looki

of me. My hands are shaking on the wheel. This is the third time in as many minutes that someon

view mirror. If I slow down, ther

he catc

ut pine trees and tall elms on either side. Road ahead and road behind. Nothing living and breathing except

metaphor in there somewhere, bu

lance at the screen on instinct, but I already know who it is.

to the opposite side of the road. There's no oncoming traffic, but there is a bridg

rakes, and swerve

ha

elet gets caught in the folds of my skirts. The wheel spi

screech of the brakes feels like it's coming from inside me, and t

s how this whole stupid day

rtured scream of the smoking wheels.

ok

ast it gets silent. The forest on eith

to all that silence.

h even that little contact stings and aches. Just breathe, Kinsle

NG! B

e dashboard. It bounces off and lands right back where it was in the pas

screaming at me. Thank

athe to Just cry and I'm about to step up to Just curl into a little ball and

the cracked tarmac of the bridge, pul

uces the weight of this concrete slab of shame on my chest, and nothing seems to erase those

ttering

fury in

rees, and I get the feeling that whatever made that noise is staring back

t sky and bridge and the rive

ere I'm standing. But the rush of the current tips

. You dumb bitch! he'd screamed. Why the fuck

r very good at playing pretend. That

't alleviate the pressure there. It's too damn tight. There's too

ion for a moment, and the water

ey. You're too c

anything right, you stupid whore?!-and I guess I trip or stumble or something, I'm not sure, it all ha

feel the cold em

ts I suspected from above are here now and they're real and

miserably to myself. I was supposed

orgiving fabric of my skirt. The dress is weighing me down. It's pulling me

t my oxygen-starved brain playing tricks on me. It doesn't really matter whether it'

Hell

break through the surface. I suck in one huge, gas

the river lock around my

water, and the river is too deep and too rapid

it's getting

n who's way too gorgeous to be real. Dark hair flows around the sharp lines of his face. He reache

d there's air again, and I'm throwing