Inizio (COMPLETED)

26. Stop

Jacob stood before me in a fitting dark suit. I watched as his piercing emerald eyes roamed my body and he looked up quickly, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Hey," he said. I smiled and took the last step down the stairs.

"Gosh, I didn't expect you here. I thought you.." I trailed off, hoping I wasn't reviving bad memories.

"Got kicked out? No, no. Well, originally I did," he said. I looked at his right shoulder, seeing that there wasn't a brace on it.

"It's all healed, huh" I asked. He nodded and smiled. His perfect teeth threw me off guard, my chest rising a bit faster for a moment.

"Reason why I'm here. They said the shoulder was a set back, but they knew I was worth adding to the team." He brushed off non existent dust off his shoulder and winked at me.

I giggled and went to say something when a deep, seemingly angry, voice spoke.

"If you're done reminiscing, we'd like to go. We're going to be late," said Marco. His eyes were fixed on me the entire time before setting on Jacob. I could see his clenched jaw from where I was at the stairs and I frowned at his tone.

I looked at Jacob who made a 'yikes' face and smiled. He then motioned for me to walk ahead and I did. Marco was already half way out the door and he was walking pretty fast. Oliver was still by the stairs doing God knows what, so I had to run back and get him.

By the time I got back to the car, I saw the last of the Fiorentino's cars pull out. Getting into the drivers seat, I let go of Oliver as he lay himself on my lap. Marco was already in his seat and he didn't say a word. That is, until we were about 5 minutes from the airport.

"Who is this 'Jacob'," he asked. He still wasn't looking at me, but rather at the car in front of us. I cleared my throat.

"He was one of the guys at the-,"

"I know who he is. I'm asking who he is to you," Marco cut me off, his voice ever so forcibly steady. It was kind of scary.

"Uh- nothing really. We talked like once and that was about it."

"I don't like him," he stated. I blinked a few times, taking my eyes off the road to look at him.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me," he said, his voice strained. Traffic slowed us down, allowing to give him my undivided—slightly pissed off—attention.

"Okay... what's been your issue. You've been on PMS-ing mode for like the past week and-,"

"On WHAT mode," He asked, finally looking at me. His eyes were full of.. I didn't know. They were just forming craters into mine. I refused to look away.

"P.M.S," I said through gritted teeth. His eyebrows knitted together. "You've been pissy, you fricking scolded Natalia for something that you also did, and you've been rude and using a bitchy tone-you know what? You act like you haven't had dïck for the longest time. Is that your issue, Marco? Hmm? Cause you're acting like it," I said before turning back to look at the now moving traffic. I sped up, pressing the gas hard and veering around other cars so we could get there on time.

As soon as silence filled the speeding car, I had time to recollect my thoughts and replay what had just happened. More specifically, what I'd just said. "You act like you haven't had dïck for the longest time. Is that your issue, Marco?" I pushed my brows together not understanding why that part specifically replayed.