Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,22
think you deserve an answer? Is that the same attitude that wound you up in rehab or sold out your stepmother for drugs?” I felt like a fucking prick the second I said it, but I was too goddamn mad to stop myself.
Hurt crossed her face before her eyes hardened. “Fuck you.”
“Right back at you, princess.”
My phone rang, and I grabbed it. “What?”
“You do not hang up on me,” Cara bitched. “I am not going back to Miami to talk to some government men. They will not protect me. You will. I know you are on the highway. Tell me where you are going. Right now.”
“No.” I scanned the rearview and side mirrors, cursing myself for using my last burner to call her a few minutes ago. Crazy bitch was probably trying to track this cell too. Not to mention Luna said he didn’t recognize the two assholes who broke into my place and tossed it. It could’ve been Antonio’s men, but it also could’ve been someone working for Cara. I wouldn’t put anything past her at this point. All I knew was, my fucking safe was breached, and if whoever it was looked through my shit and had half a brain, they’d put two and two together. My place in Georgia was now compromised.
“Fine.” Stubborn and crazy, Cara didn’t take the fucking hint. “I am coming to you, and we will discuss it then. That is final.”
She was out of her mind. “I fucking said no.”
“You are not hearing me!” Cara yelled.
Fucking bitch wasn’t hearing me. “Let me be crystal clear. If I see you, I will shoot you.” Done fucking with her and trying to get her to take the deal she was being offered, I hung up.
Taking a page out of Cara’s playbook, Summer turned up the drama. “What the hell is going on?”
Silently cursing Luna and his shit assignments, I stopped pretending I gave a single fuck about professionalism and told her the truth. “Cara’s aiming for us, her husband’s on her tail gunning for her, security was breached at my place…” I glanced at her and spelled it all out. “And we’re driving into a snowstorm.”
“What does that mean exactly, that her husband is gunning for her?” Summer demanded. “What does that have to do with us? He should be worried about her, not us.”
“It means that we’re both fucked.” Going north was now a crapshoot, but we were committed. Turning around at this point would put us in the path of both Cara and her husband’s henchmen, and I’d have no defensive position on open road.
Alarm filtered into Summer’s voice. “Then turn around. Go back to Miami. Tell Luna to have more men meet us.”
Too late. “No.”
“What?”
“I said no.”
“Are you crazy?” she asked in a panic. “Turn around! We need backup or more bodyguards. You can’t just make this decision without me. I get a say in this!”
No, she didn’t. Half this mess was her fault. “Let me do my job, woman.” Checking the rearview mirror again, I scanned the lanes behind us.
“This is crazy. We can’t drive into a snowstorm!”
“That’s the least of my concerns.”
“I don’t do snow,” she stated, like I gave a fuck.
“Then you shouldn’t have given Vincenzo your name.”
“So he knows my name, so what? A lot of people know my name. It’s not a national secret.”
I threw her a sideways glance. “You cursed out a mob boss’s wife.”
She threw her hands up. “So?”
Unbelievable. “Being Leo Amherst’s daughter isn’t going to buy you out of that one.”
“Oh my God, she started it. And besides, if that shit bothered her, she needs to get a thicker skin.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. In Vincenzo’s world, reputation is everything.” Please tell me she had half a goddamn brain. “You don’t fuck with the mafia. They don’t care who you are. They get even.”
“Then how come you’re still breathing?”
I wouldn’t be for long if Luna didn’t convince Cara to roll over on Vincenzo. “You worried about me, princess?” I smirked.
“Don’t make jokes. And yes, for your information, I am worried about you.”
Christ. “Save it. I’ll keep you breathing, and you’ll be back in your penthouse before the week’s out.” I knew what the fuck I was doing. “Don’t worry, you’re mission priority.” Rain starting to hit the windshield, I turned on the wipers.
She didn’t say shit, but I felt her eyes on me.
Taking the bait, I glanced at her.
Looking at me like I’d committed the ultimate offense, she shook her head. “Really? You’re going there?”
“Not