“They aren’t. I wouldn’t ride in one.”
“Well, then. I guess I’ll just die,” I say dramatically, making Marks laugh.
“It’s because they’re electric. See, I’m not there and controlling it. I’m sure he’s worried that someone could take the wheel from him.”
“Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. I’m more of an act and think about the fallout later kind of person. “Where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.” Marks sounds excited about this. “We’ve got a bit of a drive. You want to tell me what happened after Zero lost his shit on you yesterday?”
Do I? Who else am I going to talk to about it? I think Marks might be the only person I can openly share the details about my mess with Z, so in true me fashion, I unload.
“Hello?” I ask after I’m done and there’s a long stretch of silence.
“That’s a lot.” I bark a laugh. Marks isn’t all rose petals and love notes, but she does enjoy a good dirty book. “He popped your cherry then took off, only leaving a note. That’s messed up.” It’s a lot more than that. It’s devastating to me, if I’m being honest. While Z and I haven’t seen eye to eye a lot lately, I thought he had more respect for me.
“Like I’m some random girl!” Thinking about it pisses me off all over again, or at least brings that anger back to the surface.
“So we need to plot revenge.” The best revenge would be him not being able to locate me because it would drive him insane but not sure that’s possible.
“I don’t know. Right now I just need…” I trail off, not sure what I need.
“You need girl time.” Damn. That does sound nice.
“If only,” I mutter. Tova is with my brother, and Marks is, well, Marks. Z is like a son to my mom, so I don’t wanna pull her into the middle of it.
A knock on the window has me screaming bloody murder.
“My ears!” Marks shouts right back.
“I’m stopped and someone is knocking at my window,” I rush to tell her as I hear the locks unclick, the door opening. I reach into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around my knife.
“It’s me!” Marks holds her hands up. I didn’t even realize the car had stopped.
“The hell! You scared the crap out of me.”
“You said girl time,” she deadpans, then a smirk plays across her lips. “Where do you wanna go?” Marks steps back, and I notice we’re at a private airport. “The possibilities are endless.”
It’s not the private airport or the plane that’s shocking to me. In fact, I’ve been to this airport many times. It’s Marks popping up here ready to go. She’s becoming the definition of ride or die.
“You know,” I grab my bag, stepping out of the car, “I think it’s your turn to spill.”
Now, more than ever, I want to know who the hell Marks truly is.
Chapter Six
Z
No clue why when I landed I didn’t go straight to my place in the city. Instead I’d gone back to the farm, without much thought to what I was doing. I knew Cosima wasn’t there, and she was the only reason I ever stayed at the family estate anymore. If she was there, then I would be too.
Nope, her little ass actually did what I’d told her and went back to Europe. The one fucking time she listened. It doesn’t matter what Cosima is doing; even when she is doing what she’s supposed to, she still has a way to get under my skin deeper and deeper.
Cosima is so deep now I swear she’s in my bones. She’s part of me. Even when she wants nothing to do with me. She’s made that all the more clear as of recently since she made the decision not to respond to any of my messages or calls.
I can’t say I blame her, considering how everything went down the last time we were together. I’m guessing the note I left wasn’t enough of an apology for her. It wasn’t, and I know that. I just needed a second to get my mind right.
I pull my helmet off and throw it as hard as I can against the garage wall, making a dent. Doesn’t solve shit, but it felt good. I swing my leg off and over my bike. I need sleep, and then I needa plan. What the plan is, I’m not sure. I know what I want it to be, but I’m trying not to piss her off more. I miss her sweetness, and I want that now more than ever. It’s the only thing that will calm me, and I’m quickly realizing it.
Checking my phone I see Cosima is still tucked away in the small villa she rented or she thinks she rented and found on her own. My girl is trying to be independent. That will never happen. As long as I’m alive, I’ll never be able to take my finger off the pulse of Cosima. That is a reality we’re both going to have to face soon.
