Lost Her Again

POV: Miguel

“You actually thought the Hawkins would stop and come over here to speak with you?” the arrogant guy asked me rudely. I sneered at him, trying not to punch him in the fucking face. If he had said one more thing to annoy me, I would have given him a good beating right here.

But I wasn’t in the mood for trouble, the last thing I want is to start a fight that would delay me and keep me from catching up with Marisol. I forced my way through the crowd, maneuvering through the excited men and women who kept trying to catch up with his car. I managed to catch up with the last car before it zoomed off, but one of his guards stepped down and pushed me off roughly, warning me to back off.

I tried to explain to him, but he still pushed me off, refusing to look at me twice. He was delaying me and Marisol’s car was already going too far for me to catch up with her. I left him and ran back to my car, and I zoomed off immediately, ignoring the valet and security guards who tried to s