Page 139 of The Wicked
I was not one to ignore something my mind refused to forget, and my gut feeling had never once led me astray, so…
Me:
Hello.
I stared at the phone screen, wondering briefly if she would respond.
If I had gotten a text like this, I would probably have ignored it. Upon getting this phone, I informed the people with my contact info that they could only call the number for significant emergencies.Notfor emergencies.
No texting.
The phone vibrated in my grip.
Gemma (blonde car highway):
Hi? Who is this?
My fingers drummed on the table as I read the message.
Why am I hesitating? I have no reason to hesitate.
I admit that I subconsciously and physically made sure I cleared up the incident on the roof with Zahra. In fact, I’d had three weeks to think.
This was lust, pure carnal lust I had no way of getting rid of, but I shouldn’t dwell on it because each time I allowed my mind to wander in that direction, I forgot the crucial detail of her involvement with my brother.
She did say they weren’t in a relationship. But they were involved.
The act on that rooftop weeks ago went against every set rule I had in place for myself. It felt even worse knowing I had grown oddly fond of her in a way, a fondness that allowed the feeling of care to creep in. My phone vibrated multiple times.
Gemma (blonde car highway):
Uncle Rod?
If it’s you, again, I told you I’d pay youback. Gran Louisa is my priority now; she still thinks she will die soon.
AND FOR THE LAST TIME.
I DID NOT USE THE MONEY TO GET THE CAR.
Don’t believe everything Luigi tells you.
He’s out for my life.
I swear I will kill that little shit!
I waited for the next message to pop in, but nothing came after her spamming, so I typed a response.
Me:
Why is Luigi out for your life?
Her message came instantly.
Gemma (blonde car highway):
BECAUSE!!
I’m poor and still managed to do better than him. I even have a car *smirking emoji*
