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But instead, Nova took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and slipped into the driver’s seat. The engine purred to life, and Chloe’s heart sank as she watched Nova drive off, the car shrinking into the distance until it disappeared from view. The emptiness that settled over her was crushing, and Chloe’s hand flew to her mouth in a futile attempt to muffle the sobs that wracked her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking as she cried, trying desperately not to wake Franco. But it was too late. Behind her, she heard the soft rustle of sheets as Franco stirred, his voice still heavy with sleep as he spoke. "Baby? What’s wrong?”

It feels less heavy. The drive to my house is the longest twenty minutes of my life. Nova is gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles are ghost-white, her breath coming in short, hitching bursts. She doesn’t play the radio. She doesn’t ask about work. She just stares straight ahead, the envelope sitting on the dashboard like a ticking time bomb. I sit in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly in my lap, feeling like I’m leading a revolution and a funeral all at once.

I just gave a threat to mafia, however wasn't frightened in any way. I drove off, out of frustration, I was driving exceptionally fast that I didn't knew where I was. Most likely in a distant region, close to the forest. It felt so alone so I halted, I checked out it was nearer to get dull and I needed to return now. Most terrible day in the 100 years, I took a u turn, I opened the window and out of nowhere, heard a scream.

I had no place in mind ,all that kept flashing in my mind was keep driving keep driving. I drove through the same road as now and it was raining heavily. The storms were so much but my anger made me unable to take the rightful precautions. I could remember checking my speedometer and noticing that it was already over 250. Soon I heard the horn of a trailer coming close, although it was dark because it was already late in the night, I could see the lights of the trailer and when I tried applying my brakes that was when I found out how lose they were.

He darted off to his car and Carlos ran after him… Lorenzo got into the driver’s seat and stepped on it… “Give me directions!”He ordered Carlos as he sped off like the winds… Carlos was scared that they might get into an accident… ******************************************** “Don’t come close to me!”Fabiola cried… She could practically hear her own heart beating in her ears… She kept retreating as he tried to move closer and closer to her… She tried to break free from the the ropes binding her wrists…but her wrists were only starting to hurt…

Driver had been barely able to escape from their hands, and according to Sandy, my driver had droven like one of those guys in that movie, " Fast and Furious." Needless to say, I had given him a raise. It's still early morning, but I'm already seated on my chair in the conference room going through the CCTV footage that Sandy and my driver had gotten. I must have gone through a few now, but there is still nothing. I rub my eyes sleepily, and yawned. God! I need to sleep. At the same time, I wanted to find Nutty immediately. I have no idea how safe he is wherever he's at.

I chuckled loudly and got to up my feet trying to be more careful this time around, “Look who is calling me drunk,” I slurred as I fumbled my hands in my bag searching for my car keys, my eyes were glossy and red and my vision blurred but I still managed to keep my eyes wide open and make sense of my surroundings. “So hey-y -y-y Mister! Stay back! I can take care of myself!” I slurred my voice louder than normal. Novan stumbled towards me immediately and grabbed my hands, “I said I’ll drive you,” he insisted, I slowly turned to face him,

MARCO I shake off the lingering unease from Luca's disturbing "prescription" and head back to my apartment, desperate for the comfort of solitude. The driver's lounge and garage suddenly felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in intent on entombing me in my friend's insidious delusions. Delusions...or some darker introspection I've refused to acknowledge until now? Growling under my breath, I smack the heels of my palms against my eye sockets, as if I can physically dislodge the disconcerting thoughts gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. It's a fruitless exercise - if anything, it only seems to grant them more purchase.

two betrayals in one day, that's too much, I headed to a bar I've known and started drinking like a crazy person. after a whole 10 glasses of Vodka, I went to my car and drove away, and after almost making 3 accidents, I found my self at Matteo's manor, I knocked on the door and screamed "MATTEO, COME OUT HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH, " After a few minutes, he opened the door and I pushed him and entered, he sure as hell noticed I'm drunk, I sat on a couch and he stood in front of me.

His face was as pale as the snow piled up at the side of the road and I could hear his crispy breathing from where I was standing. “Is everything ok?” I told him as I reached for his shoulder. “Yes, I just got a bit dizzy all of a sudden; nothing a sip of coffee cannot cure.” “If you need something to eat, I have half a sandwich in my…” The driver made a weird sound before I could finish my sentence and his whole body started convulsing, his hands firmly gripped the steering wheel as if trying their best to keep the control his body was already losing. “Someone call an ambulance!”