48: Heated Car Argument

A V E L I N A

I had never been happier to hear that deep voice, and as much as I hated to admit it, he had saved me. Again.

Benjamin looked up, and his eyes widened as they landed on Lorenzo. He let go of my waist and stood back, his gaze fixed on the man towering over him.

Lorenzo walked towards us and stood beside me, "Didn't I warn you the last time never to cross paths with my wife?"

Benjamin looked at me and then back at him. He cleared his throat and squared his shoulder, refusing to be intimidated by the man in front of him. "She's not your wife. She's mine."

Lorenzo let out a laugh, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. "Are you really trying to challenge me, boy?"

"She's mine." He repeated, sweat already gathering on his forehead.

"She's not. Now, get the fuck out of my sight. Unless, you want a repeat of the last time."

"She's my girl, and she'll always be." He said, looking straight into my eyes.

Lorenzo took a step forward and pushed Benjamin backwards. "I'm warning y