Page 43 of Mara
Fuck. Had she seen my hand before she went down after all? This wasn’t good.
“Gigi, baby. What happened to you? I walked away to grab the uh baby thingy, and next thing I knew, people were running around saying someone fell. Are you okay, baby girl?”
Gianna reached her hand up to her head, her fingertips running over the area of her head that had smacked off the metal shelf.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck
“You scared me, Gianna. Are you okay, sweetheart? Let’s get you home,” I said, trying to infuse all the fucking sweetness I could into my voice.
I reached out my hand for her.
Gigi stared at my outstretched hand and ignored it.
I knew I shouldn’t have entertained this bullshit ruse for so long.
Mara had caused this. I needed to punish her for making me snap with her fragile fucking sister. I needed to show Mara what happens when she ignores me.
“Oh dear, you poor thing. We called an ambulance. Let’s get you on your feet. Can you stand?” Some asshat fussed over her,a few random people reaching under her arms to pull her to her feet.
Gianna shook her head and held up her hand. “No. No, ambulance please. My sister…my sister is a nurse. I will have her help me. Thank you.”
Gianna wanted her sister’s help instead of going to a hospital. That was interesting. If Mara came to the house, that would be a sure-fire way to see her. I walked forward and reached my hand behind Gianna, taking her from the people.
Ignoring her looks, I scooped her into my arms bridal-style and started to make my way outside the store. There were people trying to talk to us, but I ignored everyone. I had one thing on my fucking mind, Mara Chamille Abara.
“You calling your sister, Gi?” I asked when we got to the parking lot.
She hadn’t spoken since I picked her up. Her nose was bleeding all over my shirt and down her body. It pooled on the top of her small bump on her stomach.
Fucking parasite.
Gianna was never quiet, and that was unnerving. She just kept drawing lines across her stomach.
“I already did when I woke up…alone,” she said.
That felt pointed.
“I don’t remember being alone, Jinx. When did you go off somewhere else? In my brain, you were there one second, and then poof, I woke up on the floor.”
Her wording was off, and it made my skin crawl. She knew something, she just didn’t know what.
I let her see behind the mask too many times, and now she needed to die. Simple as that. She was going to ruin everything with Mara.
Gianna wasn’t my target. She was a means to an end, but now I had to face the fact that the end was here. I sat Gianna in thepassenger seat of her jeep. She protested, but after mentioning the safety of her little parasite, she shut up.
“I’m calling Trapp to pick up my bike. I’m taking you home. I will swing by the shop to get it later.”
Gianna was quiet for a long while before reaching back to her head again. Pieces of her fine curls were still on the ground of the shop, fallen from my fingertips after I ripped them out of her scalp.
“Okay…”
Iarrived at my sister’s high-rise and already felt a sense of dread. Her text was cryptic, and when I pressed her for more information, she ignored me. I stared at the text on the phone, trying to guess what the fuck it could mean.
I need your help, Mara.
Gianna was known for her dramatics, and being in her second trimester did not make that better. Help messages could mean picking up makeup to cover a zit for her, but the fact that she said my name…it made me cautious.
She never called me just me, Mara.
