I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

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Georgia’s POV

Heat flooded my checks. “No!” I snapped, pulling my hand back as if burned. “That’s not what I meant!” I glared at the heavy diamond sparkling on my finger. File. If he wanted to play games…. “Alright, fine,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’ll keep it. For emergencies. When I need quick cash, I’ll sell it. Okay?”

He just shrugged, completely unfazed, that infuriating smirk still in place. “Do whatever you want with it,” he said easily. “Like I said. It’s yours.”

I rolled my eyes, turning away to hide my frustration. He winked, and I felt it more than saw it, a final, silent victory in his favor.

Walking down the creaky motel stairs felt like walking a tightrope. Every step sent a dull ache through my body, a humiliating reminder of the night before.

And waiting at the bottom, pacing the small, worn lobby like a caged tiger, was Lucas.

He looked up the moment he heard us. His eyes, already narrowed with suspicion, landed first on me, then shifted to Estevan walking calmly beside me.

Lucas’s features darkened. Estevan met his glare with a mirk, a look of sensation that spoke volumes. The air crackled with hostility. I was trapped between them, sore, exhausted, and furious at both.

Lucas finally broke the stare-down, turning his attention to me, his voice tight with forced concern. “Gia,” he said, stepping forward. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You just vanished for days… I was worried sick.” He gestured around the cheap motel lobby with disdain. “You don’t have anyone else, Gia. No family. I’m all you have. Of course, I came looking for you.”

The absolute audacity. To stand there, after everything, and claim he was my only family? To erase Patricia, Louiella, even the memory of my parents and Zane, jus to reassert his pathetic claim over me?

I didn’t dignify him with an answer. I turned and walked straight towards the glass doors, pushing them open into the bright morning sunlight.

Predictably, he followed me out into the small parking lot, grabbing my arm just as I reached Estevan’s car. “Gia, please! Just talk to me!”

I spun around, yanking my arm, free. “Talk about what, ucas?!” I demanded, my voice rising despite myself. “There is nothing left to say! You shouldn’t have come here! Go back to the city! Go back to Kiara! Just leave me alone!”

Just then, Estevan calmly opened the passenger door for me, completely ignoring Lucas’s presence. “Let’s go, Georgia,” he said, his voice smooth and commandin. “Louiella is waiting for us.”

That was the final straw for Lucas. He turned on Esteva, his face red with fury. “What the hell do you think. you’re doing? I am talking to my wife!”

Estevan didn’t even flinch. He just gave Lucas a look ofure, pitying contempt. “Ex-wife,” he corrected, the single word delivered like a perfectly aimed slap to the ice,

“Lucas, please,” I said, my voice weary. “Just go home.”

As if on cue, a loud clap of thunder rattled the windows of the motel, followed by a bright flash of lightning that illuminated the darkening sky. Fat drops of rain bean to splatter against the pavement.

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Chapter 67

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Lucas seized the opportunity. “Look, the storm’s hitting he said quickly. “It’s not safe to drive back now. Just let me talk to you tonight, properly. I’ll leave first thing in the morning, I promise. Is that okay?”

I hesitated, torn. Sending him back into a potentially dangerous storm felt wrong, even after everything. But the thought of him staying, of dealing with him an Estevan under the same roof… it was a nightmare. I was just so tired.

“Fine.” I finally conceded, the word feeling like a defeat. Follow our car back to the house. But you stay in a guest room, and you leave at sunrise.”

I didn’t wait for his reply. I slid into the passenger seat of Estevan’s car, shutting the door firmly. Lucas scrambled back to his own vehicle, pulling out behinds as Estevan started the engine.

The moment we were on the main road, Estevan stomped on the accelerator, the powerful car leaping forward, leaving Lucas’s headlights shrinking in the rearview mirror.

“Don’t do that,” I snapped, gripping the door handle. “Let him follow.”

Estevan shot me a furious look, though he eased off the gas slightly. “He’s pathetic,” he snarled. “Following you all the way out here like some lost puppy. What does he want? Does he really think he can just snap his fingers and get you back?”

“I don’t know what he wants, Estevan,” I said tiredly, rubbing my temples. “And frankly, I don’t care.” I added, a spark of bitter sarcasm returning, “If he thinks he can win me back after everything, he’s going to have to do a hell of a lot more than follow me to my hometow

Estevan’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. “So, you are giving him a chance?’ he demanded, his voice dangerously low.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “That’s not what I said, and yu know it.”

He just grumbled under his breath, keeping his eyes fixed on the rain-lashed road. By the time we pulled up to the house, the storm was in full force, rain hammering down, lightning illuminating the drenched landscape.

Louiella opened the door before we even reached it, her face carved with worry. “Oh, thank goodness you’re back!” she exclaimed, pulling us inside out of the downpour. “I was getting so worried with this storm!”

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