*Leo*
After Taylor’s smug remark about protecting Bianca, I was so pissed. I could barely see straight. Then, on top of everything, the bastard hung up in my fucking face. I wanted to cream him.
All I could see was his face. He and Bianca were around the same age as well.
He was no GQ model like other guys, but he could be competition for Bianca’s affections. Right now, I sounded stupid even to myself. She had said she loved me, but lately things had been off between us.
I drove as fast as possible to get to the café. I swerved in and out of cars and damn near had a motorcyclist who thought he was some kind of racer or something and swiveled right in front of my vehicle as I was trying to take a turn.
I blasted my horn at him, swerved around him without hitting him, and hit the gas again.
The entire way to the café it never occurred to me to slow down. I never thought that I would be too late. All that was on my mind was getting there and making sure she was safe.
