Chapter 40
Ellinor
Ihad to talk Marcello into letting me go to my apartment to pick up some of my shit. I only got out the door by taking Nash with me. Apparently, they all went to Marcello’s range while I was at the gym, and he’s a good shot. I’m not questioning it as long as it gets me out of this godforsaken apartment.
We’re walking up to Marcello’s line of fucking stupid-expensive cars, and I pick out the Dodge Viper I’ve had my eye on since he bought this thing. I think this is the car he’s had for the longest, and I’m dying to test this baby out. I unlock it, walk to the door, and climb into the driver’s seat. I hear Nash hesitantly ask, “Do you know how to drive a stick?”
1“Get in and see, Big Boy.”
He does exactly what I say, buckling up, and looks like he could piss himself at any moment. He does listen so well.
I toss out a praise I know his ass loves. “Good Boy.”
Starting up the car, I sit back, basking in the roaring engine for a minute. Once I’m buckled in, I lay my hand on the gear shift and push it into reverse. Whipping out of the parking spot I slam it into first. I pull up to the gate in the parking garage and wait for the arm to lift, then speed through onto the road.
Before I even blink, I’m throwing the ass end of the car out to the side from stepping on the gas a little too hard while pulling out. I straighten the car out, hammering through gears while melting into the seat. Fuck, I love feeling the hum of the car under my body. I decide to let off the gas and look over at Nash, and he’s pulling his head off the seat; I look down at the goddamn tent in his pants and ask him, “Big Boy, why is your dick hard?”
“That was hot as fuck, Ellie. How the fuck did I not know you could drive like that?!” He’s so cute when he’s excited like this. I want to see that smile lighting up his face more often. He has this innocence about him. Well, that is until you get him into the bedroom… But sometimes, I see that innocence fade, and I find myself wondering why. It did there for a minute back at the apartment when Zamir was handing the Glock over to him before we left. I also have one strapped to my thigh, just in case. I’m still not convinced that people were trying to get to me.
“My dad taught me how to drive.” Right when I mention my father, that innocence that was covering his whole essence disappears right before my eyes. I’m looking between the road and back at him, trying to read him. “What switch just flipped, Nash?”
“I hate putting all this out in the air between us, but after the explosion, it really made me realize that I don’t want to be without you…” He trails off for a minute, and I sit in silence, letting him come to terms with what he needs to say. “My home life wasn’t the best. My mom made it what she could, but she passed away unexpectedly during my senior year of high school. My dad wasn’t great before her passing, but without her there to be the buffer, he really took a turn for the worse. Drinking, yelling, and eventually physically abusing me, I had to get out, and I did when I went to college.”
He’s turned away from me, facing the window. I place my hand on his thigh and convey to him, “I had the opposite… my dad is great, and my mom was the narcissist. I don’t tell anyone about this either. Especially because I cared for my Mom until she passed, and the only thing I could think about was how badly and self-absorbed she was to Lyla and I growing up. All while I was wiping her ass and giving her sponge baths.” He looks over at me with sympathy in his eyes, but also I can see his body visibly relax. “We don’t get to pick our parents… Our souls needed them for one reason or another.” Mine may be slowly getting tied to the three of theirs, but I keep that to myself. “The life you live is full of lessons no matter how you look at it. You have to come to terms with the fact that you can’t change how people react to things or decide to live their lives.”
We both have tears lining our eyes, but I blink and look back to the road to turn into my apartment’s parking lot. I throw the car in neutral and pull the E-break, then look back at Nash.
Barley above a whisper, he asks, “How did you deal with the trauma your sister went through and not blame yourself? That’s what I fight with daily… I left her there with him, Ellie.” His voice is quivering, and I know that pain all too well. I stayed taking care of my mom and pausing my own life so it wouldn’t all fall onto Lyla.
“I know your sister still being there with him is something you fight with, but you can’t blame yourself. You did what was best for you and your future.”
“You stayed,” he says, looking down at his lap where he’s wringing his hands together.
“You can’t compare yourself with people, Nash. I battle with myself daily. I should’ve been graduated and working my big girl job by now, but instead, I’m a goddamn bartender and taking classes online. We all have our battles and regrets, but again, we all go through the shit for a reason. Look at it this way; Willow may have needed to learn from being there with him or seeing you get out of the situation. Who’s to say she wouldn’t come and live with you here?”
“He never treated her the way he treated me… or at least didn’t when I was still around. That’s not to say he didn’t start, but I think you may be right. I need to forgive myself and move on. She calls and updates me sounding happy.” He shrugs, and the weight that just lifted off of him is visible. His dad’s going to have to be another question altogether, but I’ll save that for another day.
After a couple more minutes of silence and gathering ourselves, we finally decide to head up to my apartment. When I get to the door, punch the code in, and swing it open, there’s Blair riding some man’s cock in the living room. “Goddamn, babe, on the couch?” I ask out loud. I act like I wasn’t just doing this last night while on video call. She lets out a little gasp of shock, but that quickly turns into a moan from whatever said man just whispered into her ear.
Looking back at Nash, his whole face is red as fuck. Oh, let’s embarrass him. “That ass of yours is looking good, Blair! Can you send me your workout routine? And bud, if you need pointers to help her come this one back here”—I throw my thumb over my shoulder—“he’s a pro. Literally.” Nash squeaks, clearly freaking the hell out. The face attached to the cock pops over Blair’s shoulder, and it’s fucking Vincent! Shit, the plot thickens.
“Fuck, that’s killer man…” is all Nash says before practically running toward my room.
Vin’s unamused voice grumbles out, “Can you two get the fuck out of here so we can continue? Unless you like watching… sit down and shut the hell up. And I don’t need pointers, Ellie. She’s come four times before she was begging for my cock.”
I smirk at him the whole time, walking toward my room. I pack a couple of bags of clothes, makeup, and my laptop for schoolwork. I refuse to get behind in school. I’ve come this far, I can practically taste my degree.
It does make me feel better that Vincent is here protecting Blair. He’s been Marcello’s second since I can remember and lived with the Barones before that, and Blair has had a crush on that man for just as long. I’m glad she finally got him to say, “fuck it.” Marcello’s going to be pissed he’s fucking his niece, but I’m not going to be the one to tell him. I turn around from packing my bag and point my finger while threatening, “Don’t say a word about seeing what you just did to Marcello.” He just nods his head at me.
When I head back into the living room to grab the last few things I need, I don’t see them. I guess they moved to somewhere more private. But then I hear Vin talking to someone in Blair’s room, and she’s talking too… but it still sounds like they’re fucking.
Not my business, but I’m sure as hell texting and asking about this later… making it my business.
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