Nicoleta swallowed the imaginary burden in her throat as she was driving down the streets in a car she had stolen earlier. The walkie-talkie that was placed on her lap produced a rough voice that had an Italian accent
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"What the--" He refused to believe Nico was a part of this, that his own cousin would turn against him. Then again, Nico was a bitch. "What the fuck are you doing here!?" He hissed back, ducking his head to flinch from the sound of gunfire and arguably more vengeful Italians.
Regardless, he did what she said and handed over the phone.
She grabbed the phone, placed it on the floor, and then pushed it across the ground, its shiny and sleek surface gritting against the tiny pebbles and dirt. Once it was at a reasonable distance, she pointed her revolver at it and shot it once. Such precision caused the phone to burst to pieces, leaving behind dying sparks and broken bits of what used to be a rather expensive phone
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Standing in the middle of a gunfight he could very well have been the unintentional cause of, Lovino Vargas found himself absolutely dumbstruck. He'd always known his cousin was a little bit mental, but he'd never expected her to be here: pulling him out of trouble while destroying his only means of contacting the blissfully unaware town of Liberty.
Lovino wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed that someone had come to rescue him. Without another word he climbed into the passenger seat, dazed but not dazed enough to withhold a sulking glare towards Nicoleta.
By all rights she shouldn't be here. This was his problem, and it would have been much easier if he'd just gone with them. Lovi knew the mafia would keep revolting until he was dead, or at least close enough to it that his inheritance would be forfeited.
Which was ironic, because he didn't want anything to do with it anyway. "You shouldn't be here."
That... was not a thank you. He was so calm when he said that. So poised and fixed on his assertions. Nicoleta, with her eyes on the rear view mirror, made a face that was twisted with disbelief. There she was, sitting in the driver's seat, with trembling hands, sweaty palms, a headache, and a heartbeat that was going out of control. If she could, she would hit him. Hit him until he could understand. This was unhealthy to her temper.
"Pula mea, Lovino. Are you trying to say that you were ready to die in that fucking car? That you're ready to be taken away by them?" She knew she wouldn't get a thank you, for she was a woman who had seldom gave or received such things. Yet, she couldn't help but feel insulted
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Perhaps when things had calmed down a little, when they were both safe and far far away from hell, Lovino would consider thanking her. When he realised that she deserved such appreciation. But not now.
"Now, next week, next year. What does it matter?" He threw his hands up, and realised for the first time that they were cut and covered in dirt. Internally he knew it did matter because every mafia rescue was more blessed time on this planet, but Nico didn't need to know that. "They're not going to rest until I'm dead. And then, when that happens, they'll go after Feliciano. So perhaps he should be thanking you for keeping him alive a little longer."
Lovino winced as his already bullet-riddled Ferrari took another blow, hissing underneath his breath for Nicoleta to Watch it! as his priorities remained clearly set.
"So, oh-wonderful-savior, what do you plan to do now?"
There was a smile that initially bellied the situation. Then it became rather sinister as her heart continued to sink--with anger, with disappointment? She did not know.
"Do you think I didn't know that?" She asked calmly with an edge so cold it almost sounded threatening.
Nicoleta ignored most of Lovino's remarks and kept her eyes on the chaotic streets. "Have you figured it out yet? Why in the world is there a gunfight against your enemies?" Her tone curled with sarcasm. "Why the hell did I appear on the brink of time? I shouldn't be here but I am. Maybe you think I am part of the mafia and is kidnapping you to get the money for myself."
She merged in the middle lane. "You'd only be partially wrong."
Lovino turned to look at her, though it wasn't with surprise or anger. After being intercepted and fired at he was much too over today for such expressive emotions.
That, and Nico kidnapping him was not as farfetched as it may have seemed. His cousin was psychotic, and he was alive.
The car swung and he turned his attention back to the passing scenery. "Better you than them." A pause and then, "Though now I'm here, asswipe, you might as well tell me what's going on."
She rolled her eyes and then shook her head. "Not now tâmpit. I'll explain once we get somewhere safe. Surely we ain't fucking safe here."
One of the men had found an abandoned cabin that was nestled in the middle of a forest about an hour away from their location. A little voice in her head told her to slow down. After she stole a glance at the speed meter, she was alerted after hearing a high shriek. A car was spinning in front of them and she was sane enough to stomp on the break.
Luckily for her, she did not have a concussion. Rather, momentum shoved her body forward with the most impact on her chest area and her brow bone. The pain was indescribable. After redeeming herself moments later while still battling a major headache, she made another harsh turn around the battered car and drove into the highway.
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"What the--" He refused to believe Nico was a part of this, that his own cousin would turn against him. Then again, Nico was a bitch.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" He hissed back, ducking his head to flinch from the sound of gunfire and arguably more vengeful Italians.
Regardless, he did what she said and handed over the phone.
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Standing in the middle of a gunfight he could very well have been the unintentional cause of, Lovino Vargas found himself absolutely dumbstruck.
He'd always known his cousin was a little bit mental, but he'd never expected her to be here: pulling him out of trouble while destroying his only means of contacting the blissfully unaware town of Liberty.
Lovino wasn't sure if he was glad or disappointed that someone had come to rescue him.
Without another word he climbed into the passenger seat, dazed but not dazed enough to withhold a sulking glare towards Nicoleta.
By all rights she shouldn't be here.
This was his problem, and it would have been much easier if he'd just gone with them. Lovi knew the mafia would keep revolting until he was dead, or at least close enough to it that his inheritance would be forfeited.
Which was ironic, because he didn't want anything to do with it anyway.
"You shouldn't be here."
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"Pula mea, Lovino. Are you trying to say that you were ready to die in that fucking car? That you're ready to be taken away by them?" She knew she wouldn't get a thank you, for she was a woman who had seldom gave or received such things. Yet, she couldn't help but feel insulted ( ... )
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Perhaps when things had calmed down a little, when they were both safe and far far away from hell, Lovino would consider thanking her. When he realised that she deserved such appreciation. But not now.
"Now, next week, next year. What does it matter?" He threw his hands up, and realised for the first time that they were cut and covered in dirt.
Internally he knew it did matter because every mafia rescue was more blessed time on this planet, but Nico didn't need to know that.
"They're not going to rest until I'm dead. And then, when that happens, they'll go after Feliciano. So perhaps he should be thanking you for keeping him alive a little longer."
Lovino winced as his already bullet-riddled Ferrari took another blow, hissing underneath his breath for Nicoleta to Watch it! as his priorities remained clearly set.
"So, oh-wonderful-savior, what do you plan to do now?"
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"Do you think I didn't know that?" She asked calmly with an edge so cold it almost sounded threatening.
Nicoleta ignored most of Lovino's remarks and kept her eyes on the chaotic streets. "Have you figured it out yet? Why in the world is there a gunfight against your enemies?" Her tone curled with sarcasm. "Why the hell did I appear on the brink of time? I shouldn't be here but I am. Maybe you think I am part of the mafia and is kidnapping you to get the money for myself."
She merged in the middle lane. "You'd only be partially wrong."
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Lovino turned to look at her, though it wasn't with surprise or anger. After being intercepted and fired at he was much too over today for such expressive emotions.
That, and Nico kidnapping him was not as farfetched as it may have seemed. His cousin was psychotic, and he was alive.
The car swung and he turned his attention back to the passing scenery.
"Better you than them." A pause and then, "Though now I'm here, asswipe, you might as well tell me what's going on."
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One of the men had found an abandoned cabin that was nestled in the middle of a forest about an hour away from their location. A little voice in her head told her to slow down. After she stole a glance at the speed meter, she was alerted after hearing a high shriek. A car was spinning in front of them and she was sane enough to stomp on the break.
Luckily for her, she did not have a concussion. Rather, momentum shoved her body forward with the most impact on her chest area and her brow bone. The pain was indescribable. After redeeming herself moments later while still battling a major headache, she made another harsh turn around the battered car and drove into the highway.
"You... alright?" She asked, breathless.
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