"Rosalie, shut up for five seconds." Lucian growled, his hands tensing on the steering wheel. His jaw was set, his eyes locked on the road.
"Lucian, you go the speed of a small snail that has been stepped on." I inform him as nicely as humanely possible at this point, "Just let me drive!"
"Not going to happen, Salvatore, now shut your trap before I pull over and leave you in butt-f**k-Egypt."
"Really?" I deadpan, looking at him, "Who? Who the hell says that?" I question, watching as the trees pass us by.
He ignores my question, continuing to keep his eyes on the road ahead of us. He was fairly annoyed with me at this point, since I convinced him to drive instead of taking his private jet. We had a whole blown out argument about how he thought it was a better idea to fly, and I didn't w
