| MYA |
Marcelo suddenly swerved left, making the tires screech loudly. “Marcelo! Watch out!” I yelled as I saw a car cross in front of us.
“Shīt!” He yelled as he swerved away, barely missing the car.
“Mio Dio. Povero Carlos!” (Italian for “Oh my God. Poor Carlos!”) I whispered with wide eyes, making Marcelo start laughing which only earned him a glare from me.
“Hey! I never said I knew how to drive this shīt,” he stated with a smirk.
I felt like punching him, honestly. Before I could reply, we heard shots fired towards us yet again.
“Principessa, come here.” He told me as he pulled me towards him, placing me on his lap.
What the heck was wrong with him? We could get into a car accident! Or an ambulance accident if you wish to be technical.
“Marcelo, what are you doing?” I
