Chapter 102

• "Are you mad at me?" I meekly ask him. Thankfully, he lets out a sigh and shakes his head.
• "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm just pissed off. He knows that he's not supposed to talk to you and yet he does" he lets out another sigh, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel. We're on the highway now, the traffic is much clearer than it was on the way to his mum's house, we should make good time on the way back.
• "What could he have done that you don't want him to even talk to me?" I say quietly. It's such a weird situation to me; that he would have told him to not talk to me, what does he not want me finding out? Has he got this Dante guy on a contract as well, promising that he won't talk to me. Ugh, contracts.