Darkest Summer

of yours?" I asked out of curi

His brows knitted to

a little Brit

one, surprising me a little. "Thought I could talk to you in my Am

sound like a completely diff

. You're pretty gu

pletely

his arrogance and took another sip of my boring old water. "Well, I was born to an Italian family, hence the last name. Grew u

cussed myself right after

. You see," he shifted a little towards me. "My last name carries a lot of

's temperature suddenly went into the low negatives as a sudden fear crossed my eyes, compellin

olid expression, still looking away from

ne of his deep voice pulled my eyes back to his face. My lips parted to fire back at him but got

k at her hand that she placed on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." She remov

he hated being interrupted. Another thing to add to the list of what not to

s ear. The loud jazz music prevented me from eavesdropping on their little co

ooked at me. "I have some important business to hand

ried to shoo him away with my b

g to get rid of me," he a

leaving with the blondie. This was my chance to find Aunt Mirabel and leave. His brother could apologiz

ile but she was nowhere to be found as a queasy feeling began clawing at me. I exited the huge hall in hopes o

in with a few men behind him, Alex being one of those men. I turned on my heel quickly in efforts to

owards me. He turned around to show me his face and my heart ran fo

chines down there," Paula growled and grabbed me

ut of his strong grip. The filthy stench of alcohol and s

ade me want to hurl at him. "You'll pay for what you did." A flash of fear took over my mind. The possibilities of w

I tried to reach for my clutch that had the pepper spray in it. It was the only thing that coul