Page 68 of Stolen Kisses
Anxiety was eating away at my insides. I had to see Christina now. I had Claudius’ bike to do and another guy wanted me to change the back wheel on his Kawasaki, but it all had to wait.
Claudius and Gio continued to stare at me as I started packing up my toolbox.
Claudius moved closer and tapped the work table to get my attention.
“Dante, if this isn’t about her then what is it about?”
I stopped packing and returned my focus to him. “My sister ... I saw her hanging around the Crowthorne with Donny Manello.”
For Claudius to look shocked it showed the depth of how bad what I just said was.
“You didn’t tell me that,” Gio stated coming closer.
“I’ve been too worked up man.” I replied.
“Need me to go with you somewhere?” Claudius asked to my surprise.
We just hung out here in this garage with our bikes. We’d done that for the last two years, but he didn’t really rate us until about five months ago when I fixed up a Harley for Fat Tony one of Raphael’s bodyguards.
Him offering to go anywhere with me meant a lot. Meant business and no one would mess with me if they saw us together. More than anything if he was thinking I was heading to Antonella territory it meant he was willing to go with me.
“No, but thank you. I just have to go see my sister.” I looked from him to Gio hopped on my bike and rode away.
I headed to Christina’s workplace. I’d been trying to see her and speak to her for the last two days, but she’d avoided me like the damn plague.
I wasn’t one to go to her workplace and cause a scene, but this was all getting to me in a way I couldn’t describe. It wasn’t good, it was shit. All of it and if I embarrassed her at work I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care, because I had this bad feeling that something was going to happen to her if I didn’t act in some way.
I rode like a demon on my Harley. Maria could call my bike old all she wanted, but I knew I had a priceless work of art that could get me through rush hour traffic in record time and it handled like a dream.
I parked up and headed to Christina’s office. She shared it with two other people who organized the fundraising events. Her door was open and it sounded like she was arguing with someone.
I didn’t bother to knock. I just walked in and looked at the guy.
I looked at him and narrowed my gaze at him, staring him down.
He was with her and Donny a few days ago. He was the driver of the car.
He looked at me, and didn’t say anything. His gaze snapped back to Christina, then he straightened up and walked out.
I watched him the whole time, him with his peculiar features. With a nose that made him look like a cross between a penguin and the child catcher, and that creepy vibe.
Why would he be driving Christina and Donny? And what was he doing here?
“Dante,” Christina stood up, folded her arms and looked at me. “What are you doing here?”
“I have to talk to you.” I answered really trying to keep my voice calm and not fly off the handle. “You’ve been avoiding me for the last couple of days. Why the fuck don’t you answer your fucking phone to me?”
“Because you are acting like a crazy person.” She fumed shaking her head. Her dark locks flowed down her elbows.
“Me a crazy person? Christina I saw you with Donny Manello at the Crowthorne. Is that the kind of bastard you’ve been seeing?”
“You followed me?” Her eyes blazed.
“Yes, of course I followed you. You’ve been dating all these guys that are dangerous Christina. They’re dangerous. You could get hurt, or worse.”
“No, and you have no right to follow me around like that. You have no right whatsoever. It’s my life and you think you own me or something. I can see whoever the hell I want.”
“No, you can’t. I’m telling you Donny is a bad person.”
