Chapter 80
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She chuckled, "I love you, Jakobia."
"You are.." I didn't get to finish my sentence because something crashed into the back of the car. I looked behind us at the car that had hit us, "It's not stopping, why isn't it stopping?" I looked back at Zuria, but she was looking straight ahead, increasing her speed. "Why aren't you stopping?"
"That was not an accident." She said, looking straight ahead.
"It wasn't?" I asked with a frown. Someone intentionally hit the back of her car?
Even though Zuria was driving faster, the car managed to catch up and slammed in us a second time, this time waking up Jamaica and Alessandro. Jamaica started screaming; I turn to look at my screaming baby. Alessandro was frightened by her cries, and so he began to cry as well.
My heart was pounding. I wanted to hug her in my arms until she stopped crying.
Why was someone trying to run us off the road?
Zuroia removed her right hands from the steering wheel and started dialling a number through the car phone.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" A male voice with an Italian accent came through the speakers.
"What's going on, Niccolo?" Zuria asked furiously.
"I'm good, Bella. Thanks for asking." after a pause, he continued, "Why is Alessandro crying?"
"Someone's trying to run me off the road, Niccolo. I have two kids in the car with me." I could tell Zuria was trying her best to keep calm, but her anger was obvious.
"Che Cosa, who's is trying to run you off the road?" he asked with concern laced in his voice. Was he a relative of hers?
Nah, she was an orphan. She didn't have a family, but maybe her husband did.
Giovanni was an Italian name.
"I don't know, Niccolo. That's why I'm asking you. What have you done this time?" This time? This isn't the first time someone tried to run her off the road? Was Niccolo mixed up in something bad? Was that the reason someone was trying to run us off the road?
"I haven't done anything! I don't know why someone would do that." the car slammed into us again. He heard the slam, "Cazzo! Where are you?" he barked.
"I'm at the Bowery and Smith," she answered calmly. How can she be so calm in a situation like this?
"I'll send someone." Niccolo ended the call.
Was he a policeman?
Zuria took a deep breath and placed her hand back on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry. You should never have to experience something like this."
I wanted to tell her it was okay, but it wasn't. My heart was pounding, and my baby was crying.
"Sandro, Calmati. Please stop crying. Everything will be okay. Andra tutto bene." She assured her son looking in the rear-view mirror. My eyes widen. I didn't know Zuria spoke Italian.
I looked at the woman beside me. There were so many things I didn't know about her and her past. It made me even more scared. Zuria drove a Mercedes Benz. She wore expensive-looking clothes. She's never complained about money. In fact, I've seen her giving money to Emily a few times. She was a single mom. Where did all that money come from?
The car slammed into us again. The impact was so hard I hit my head on my glass. I groaned in pain.
"I'm sorry," Zuria muttered.
I turned to look at the children. They were still in place, thanks to the car seats. I looked through the back glass and looked at the car that was doing the damage. It was around five meters away from us. It was a black Subaru. As the vehicle approached closer, the driver's figure became clearer.
My heart froze when I got a glance at the driver's face.
I turned around quickly and looked ahead, "It's not you." I look at Zuria. "The person who is trying to run us off the road is William."
"What?"
"William, Jamaica's father. He's the one driving the black Subaru." We hadn't heard from William after he received the DNA results. I really thought he had given up but apparently not.
He was trying to kill me.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.
I'm going to die.
My crazy psychotic ex is going to kill me.
Zuria noticed the tears and placed her right hand on my leg, "You're going to be okay. I won't let him hurt you." As much her words had well-meaning, William was trying to kill everyone in the car and not just me.
Zuria turned the car onto a new street at the stop and continued driving at high speed. I looked behind me thinking that we had finally lost him, but William didn't give up. He was still behind us.
"God! Talk about crazy ex-boyfriends!" she said, trying to lighten the mood but I didn't laugh. William was indeed crazy. He wouldn't leave me the hell alone. For the first time in my life, I had everything I've ever wanted, a happy family, but William wouldn't let me be happy.
He's trying to ruin everything in my life and for what?
William's car slammed into the side of Zuria's, this time causing the car to swerve off the road and into a tree. The airbags of the vehicle deployed as our bodies went forward. I felt a stinking pain into my head, and that was the last time I remembered before passing out.
...
"I want to see my wife. I want to see my wife." I lifted my head and opened my eyes when I heard Valdo's voice.
"I'm in here," I shouted.
A sense of peace flowed through me when Valdo opened the door, and my eyes met his. He walked over to me and hugged me. "I came as soon as I heard." he pulled away and cupped my cheeks, "How are you? How is Jamaica? How is Zuria? How is Alessandro?" he looked around the room that had a few other empty beds, "Where are they?"
