Blame it on the shame Part 1

Rock meet fucking hard place.

“We're not killing him,” I say. “Not today at least. We're just sending him back to Italy for awhile. If you can't help me, I'll do it myself.”

I can hear him choking on the smoke from his cigarette. “Christ, kid. You know I'm go

I press down on the gas until I'm going over 120 miles per hour.

I can't help but smile to myself.

I have without a fucking doubt lost my damn mind...because for the first time...I'm thinking with my heart.

And that heart belongs to a tiny spitfire brunette with a pair of gorgeous doe eyes.

Lou-Lou can deny it all she wants...but I know her heart belongs to me as well.

And for the first time in my life...I'm taking what's mine.