When she turns the corner, her eyes nearly pop out of her head as she sees the bleeding man with me. She reaches over and throws open the passenger side door. “What in the f**k is this?”
“Ennio, meet Arya. Arya, Ennio.” I shove the bleeding man into the backseat of the car and follow after, gun still aimed at him.
Arya is turned around in her seat, staring at us with wide eyes.
“This is the part where you start driving,” I deadpan.
Arya releases a heavy breath through her nose, whips herself around in the seat, and takes off.
She doesn’t say anything the whole way back.
I coast to a stop outside of the Sunset Motel.
Dima and Ennio are still squeezed into the backseat of the car. Ennio is curled up against the side of the car, as far from Dima’s gun as he can get. Dima is a statue. H
