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“Olivia. I thought you were still running,” he said, his voice rolling over me like soft velvet.
I smiled, pretending like my panties weren’t already wet. “No, I finished about thirty minutes ago. Why?”
“I just didn’t expect you to be in here,” he said calmly. The way he appeared unaffected was frustrating, but I could see how his eyes still lingered on my bare legs.
“Is there something unusual about me being in Dolly’s room?” I asked innocently as I stretched my legs out into the air, waving them teasingly.
Dahlia sent me a strange look, and I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but I couldn’t help it.
“Of course not.” He coughed, looking away from me entirely as he turned to Dahlia.
“Do you need something, Gio?” Dahlia asked, looking between me and him oddly.
My blood froze as I hoped she didn’t pick up on anything. She could be strangely observant at times. It would be just my luck if this was how she found out. She’d kill me, bring me back to life, and then kill me again.
“Yes.” Giovani didn’t seem worried in the slightest as he narrowed his eyes at Dahlia. “I don’t want you going back to that boy’s apartment complex. There’s been mob activity in the area.”
“What?” Dahlia gasped and then her cheeks flushed pink. “You did have me followed last night!”
Whoops. I grimaced at the furious look on her face as she stepped up to Giovani. I was never one for confrontation, which was why Dahlia and I got along so well. I never pressed her like other girls might.
“It’s dangerous to spend the night at random guys’ houses,” Giovani said, rather bluntly with a hint of coldness in his eyes, “especially when you don’t even know them.”
“I know Lorenzo!” Dahlia protested, crossing her arms stubbornly. “And you have no right to be butting into my personal life. You don’t know him or me!”
“I know you had sex with him last night.”
Dahlia was speechless, her face turning bright red in embarrassment. She sent me a look, a cry for help, but I only grimaced at the humiliation she was going through.
What was I supposed to do?
“You know what?” Dahlia balled her fists up, looking very much like her mother as she snapped, “I can take care of myself. Now, leave me alone!”
“Your father–”
“I don’t care!” Dahlia refused to listen, turning her back on her cousin. “Leave!”
Giovani sighed, rubbing his forehead. It was a habit I had noticed a few times before. Did he get headaches often?
He glanced at me with a helpless look then gestured to Dahlia like he wanted me to talk to her.
‘Are you crazy?’ I mouthed to him.
Did he think she would listen to me? Besides, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with her meeting Lorenzo. He seemed like a good guy. Also, she was an adult. She could make her own decisions, at least in my opinion.
Giovani rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like a child, Dahlia. Don’t forget, we’re just doing this because we want to keep you safe.”
Dahlia huffed, not saying another word. I’d often been around for one of her tantrums, but she had never been like this before.
Giovani breathed a sigh and then turned on his heel and left, shutting the door behind him. There was silence before Dahlia turned around and screamed in frustration.
She threw herself onto the bed, the comforter rocking with the force of her weight, and I grimaced at the bad mood I could feel coming off her.
“Can you believe him?” she growled. “Trying to control me just like my dad! Well, he’s not my father! And he has no right to tell me what to do.”
“He’s just worried about you, Dolly,” I said quietly. “If something happened to you–”
“Don’t you start too!” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Lorenzo’s a good guy! I like him. You’re supposed to be on my side, not his!”
“I am!” I reached out a hand, trying to soothe her anger. “But I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. I’m always on your side, Dolly. I just also want you to be careful. It couldn’t help to be a little more alert. Didn’t he say there was gang activity or something?”
“I guess,” Dahlia sighed, finally relaxing into the bed. “He didn’t actually say anything against Lorenzo, did he?”
“Nope,” I said with a smile. “Just keep watch on your surroundings, that’s all. You can do that, right? For me?”
Dahlia sent me a smile. “Smooth, Olive. Fine, fine. I’ll be careful.”
“Thank you,” I breathed in relief.
It was true. Dahlia could be rather impulsive and reckless at times. I wanted her to be safe just as much as Giovani did, but he had gone about it in the wrong way.
I knew from how many times Dahlia’s dad had scolded us after doing something stupid that it never worked with her. Telling her not to do something just made her want to do it more.
“Don’t you think that’s weird, though?” Dahlia piped up with a confused look.
“What is?”
“That Gio’s keeping tabs on you too.”
I froze, trying not to let the fear show on my face as I smiled innocently. “What do you mean?”
“I mean he knew you went out for a run,” Dahlia pointed out. “It’s like he knows your daily schedule or something. I get me, ’cause my Dad probably threatened him to or something, but what about you? What reason could he possibly have?”
I shrugged, my heart beating furiously in my ears. I hoped to God it didn’t show on my face.
“Who knows?” I said, hoping she’d drop the subject.
“You’re right. Gio’s always been weird,” Dahlia sighed, but then she glanced at me with a determined look. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up.”
A bad feeling appeared in the pit of my stomach as I asked, “What do you mean?”
“I’m going to see Lorenzo again tonight,” Dahlia said firmly, “no matter what Giovani wants.”
And there it was.
She was lucky I loved her or else I’d never put up with Dahlia’s stubbornness.
*Olivia*
Sipping my fresh iced tea, basking in the sun as I flipped the page of my book, I sighed contently, the condensation running down the edges of my glass as I set it back down. My eyes traced the words in front of me as the clouds passed lazily above.
It was a beautiful day, just perfect for laying out on the sunbeds by the pool with a good book and a nice, cold drink.
Dahlia had left early in the morning for a shopping spree with a few friends she had met. Apparently, there was a summer blowout at one of her favorite stores.
