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Yanking my gloves covered hands away from his when he pulled them to his lap. I was looking out the window, anywhere but him. Watching the trees go by, Lorenzo wasn't joking with our safety. There were two unmarked cars in front of us and one behind us. I haven't said more than one word to him since that slut left his room, he was back to being his cold miserable self. He wouldn't tell me anything, expect me to nod and follow him around like a fool without asking questions.

"Do you have your gun?" Lorenzo doesn't acknowledge me pulling away from him.

"Yes." I could feel the cold metal on my thighs. I should have used it to kill that bitch in our bed and make him beg for his life. 

"Don't do anything stupid." I scoff at that,

"Stupid? What like having your whore in our bed?" I snap at him