77: Weak in the Knees

A V E L I N A

The car ride was silent, and the tension was thick. I could feel the anger and hatred coming off him in waves, and I was nervous. I didn't know what was going through his head, but I knew he was planning something.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Where else would I be taking you?" He responded, not taking his eyes off the road.

"To your house." He finally responded.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked, the panic rising.

"Avelina, do you really think you could hide from me?" He asked, a smile spreading across his face.

"I wasn't trying to hide." I spat. "All I want is for you to stay out of my life and personal business." I said, glaring at him.

He laughed, a humorless laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "You think that's possible?"

"I didn't do anything wrong." I said, trying to reason with him. "We divorced five years ago, Lorenzo. What–"

"Because you cheated on me. With several men. With my own fucking brother. Need me to continue?" He