Page 95 of Unraveled

“The car! With Chris—that day, Gian. All the noise and the gunfire. The fucking car!”

“Are you sure?”

Gian only asked because Cara insisted she remembered nothing about her drive-by attack, except the pain she felt when she hit the ground. She didn’t have distinct memories of what happened leading up to it, and discussing it was an emotionally taxing event.

“Yes,” Cara hissed. “I saw it and I knew.”

Now they were getting somewhere.

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

“At the café I like. I wanted a snack before my next class.”

“Can you stay there?”

“I’m not leaving!”

Her screech almost made his ear bleed.

“I’m twenty minutes away, Cara. Get something to drink, I’ll be there by the time you’re done.”

“Okay.”

Fuck.

He wished she didn’t sound so frightened and panicked. He knew she had a lot of baggage regarding the drive-by simply because it reminded her of Lea, and of that event. Her memories of her attack were clouded with the ones she had of Lea’s, and even trying to talk about it put Cara in a bad place. That—and only that—was the reason why Gian didn’t push.

Gian scrubbed a hand down his face. “It’s fine. It’ll all be fine, bella.”

“Hurry,” she mumbled.

“Already on my way. Try to relax.”

Easier said than done, he knew.

Gian said goodbye, and slipped his phone into his pocket as he took the keys to his car from the enforcer. He did not leave his car unattended after the bomb incident. “Follow me in your own car.”

Chris nodded. “Got it, boss.”

Gian broke at least a dozen traffic laws, but he cut the twenty-minute drive in half. He couldn’t find a place to park, so he simply yanked his car over to the side of the road right in front of the café windows, ignoring the horns honking behind him.

Cara flew out of the café damn near to the second Gian cut the engine, and jumped into the vehicle without even looking over her shoulder once. He pulled the car back onto the road, much to the chagrin of the other drivers he had cut off, and hit the gas hard.

“I thought it was going to happen again,” Cara whispered in the passenger seat.

“It’s not going to happen again. Tell me what you saw.”

“The car.”

“Yeah, I got that. I need a bit more info to go on, though.”

Cara let out a hard breath and ran her fingers through her hair. “I don’t even know how I forgot that was the car—it’s so fucking yellow.”

Immediately, Gian hit the brakes and pulled the car into the nearest parking lot. “Say that again.”

“What?”

“The color of the car.”