{GIANNA}
A stream of curses flow out of my so-called rescuer's mouth as he fights to keep control of the car, but I keep my death grip on the wheel, wrenching us off the road and straight towards the tree lined up at the side of the road.
If this asshole thinks he's dragging me back to Uncle Aldo, he's got another thing coming. I'll take my chances with the oak over that hell any day.
"Stop it, Gianna! I'm on your side, dammit!" he yells, slamming the brakes. The car jerks to a violent stop, tires skidding against the wet road, before lurching just inches from the massive oak trunk. The sudden stop throws me forward, but his arm shoots out instinctively to catch me.
"Then tell me how the fucking hell you know my name!" I yell back, but I don't wait. I'm already scrambling over him, trying to reach his door controls. I need to get out, need to run, need to—
He stops me easily, holding me back with just one hand. "There's a bounty on your head."
