Mafia's Missing Murderer.

10. First of all Dickhead, wrong person.

Luciana Point of View:

I was starting to get angry. For fucks sake. When I want some alone time, everyone decides to have a reunion with me.

I squeezed the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles going white and my hand aching. It was too late for me to back out of this race, the flag person was already between our cars.

The flag was in the air...

Then slammed towards the ground.

I slammed my foot on the pedal, making the tires squeal loudly. I glanced over at Nicolas's car, it appeared we were neck and neck. Luckily Lorenzo's car was an automatic.

I swiftly shifted gears and sped forward. I was far enough ahead to keep the lead. I kept my eyes on him, if he tried to get ahead of me, I would move so he couldn't get around me.

I proudly smirked as I saw his frustration and anger.

When I glanced back to the road, I saw that I was in the final stretch from the finish line. Nicolas was right on my tail. I crossed the flag easily. I wanted to see the disappointed look on his face as his failure.

However he was not in my sight, nor in his car anymore. Before I could look around, my door was being opened, and something slammed into my face.

"Lorenzo", Nicolas roared while dragging his fist away from my face," What the actual fuck was that. You clearly cheated."

"Seriously Dickhead?", I yelled making him realize I was who he thought I was," Wrong fucking person."

His anger was gone quickly, he practically pulled me out of the car as he hugged me tightly.

"I missed you so much Lucky", He mumbled into my ear.

I smiled hearing my nickname. When we were growing up, we would play games. Me and Nicolas would always win any game when we were teammates. He always said I was his lucky charm.

"Missed you too Nicky", I patted his back," So Nico huh?"

"Yeah", He sheepishly smiled as he pulled away from me.

"It suits you."

There was a small awkward silence. Considering how our last encounter went, it was to be expected. He told me that he was in love with me. We were still very young. I rejected him, not having those types of feelings for him.

Loud police sirens filled the silence. I groaned knowing I cannot get arrested again.

"Damn it", Nicolas yelled.

"I'll see you later some time", I said while starting to get back into my car.

My hand was grabbed, stopping me," You aren't going by yourself, get in my car I'll get us out of here." He started to drag me towards his car.

"Nicolas stop",I demanded," I can drive myself."

"I've been in this area for years, I haven't seen you. I doubt you know the area", He told me, squeezing my injured hand even harder than before. I winced.," Based on that face you just made, I know it's the truth so get in the damn car."

I got into the passenger side of his car while rubbing my hand slowly. I needed to get out of here quickly before the cops caught me. Once he saw I was inside his car he got in and drove us away.

"When did you get to L.A", I muttered while keeping my eyes open for flashing red and blue lights.

He tensed and took a moment to respond," Me and Alex's foster parents were not actual foster parents. They were our Aunt of Uncle and they were going to take us to Canada to live a normal life. The plane explosion was a set up. We were still in the lobby when it happened, then we moved here and met our birth mother. Turns out we were stolen as babies and our birth parents were trying to find us. How'd you end up here?"

"Sperm donor got a call when I got arrested. I was careless and ended up being forced here", I said as little as possible. I didn't need another freak out, Alexander's was enough.

He smirked,"Arrested? I didn't think you had it in you Lucky."

I sighed and nodded. There was plenty only a few knew about me and I have all intentions of keeping it that way.

"Fuck",I noticed the lights appearing in the mirror,"Get us the hell out of here."

He sped the car up even more, Making my stomach turn slightly. More and more lights appeared behind us. I can't get caught, I can't.

"Can you swim?"He asked me, panic lasing his voice.

"What are you planning?", I demanded.

"Answer the damn question", he yelled angrily.

"I can swim"

"Good"

He sharply turned, making me grab the handle on the door. We were heading straight for a boat dock. The cop cars came to a halt at the start of the dock while we kept going at a fast pace.

"Nickolas you are running out of a pretend road", I yelled hoping he would hear me.

He didn't stop and we went right into the murky ocean water. The car instantly started to sink.

"Open that door and get out", Nicolas instructed while he opened his door.

I opened my door and water started to gush inside the car. My seat belt won't unbuckle. I had to fight with it while holding my breath under the water.

Once I was free from it, I swam out and ascended to the surface. I took a moment to catch my breath. I saw Nicolas under the dock, so I swam over to him.

"What took you so long", he demanded, his voice having venom,"You scared me."

"The seatbelt was stuck", I replied.

He was being really controlling, I didn't like it.

"Follow me", He told me.

He started to swim along the shore, turning around to look at me every so often. I started to get a bad feeling about him.

Once we were a safe distance away from the dock, we went onto the sandy beach. Nicolas was a bit ahead of me, he took long strides. I was taking small steps and they were starting to become difficult.

"Sl-slow down", I stuttered, struggling to move forward. I got really lightheaded really quickly.

He spun around quickly, looking pissed. Before I could put any more thought together, I started to fall face first towards the gritty ground. I felt the sand stick to my face when I collided with it.

My leg was throbbing as Nicolas helped to pick me up. His finger started to run along my skin, looking for injuries.

"Leg", I whispered in a low tone, having little energy.

His hand went right to my leg. I yelped as he touched my wound. He recoiled his hand, and I looked at his fingers. They were covered with my blood.

"Shit. This is really fucking bad"