#Chapter 260 – An Old Friend

I bite Ivan one last time for good measure and he snaps a curse, whipping his hand from my mouth. Instantly I scurry away from him, rocking a little in the unbalance van that’s flying down the road – going even faster than Italians usually drive, which is saying something. “What the fuck, Ivan!?” I gasp, staring at him in appalled shock. What even – How – I just stare at him, shaking my head, struggling to comprehend the sight of him here – in front of me – in Italy – in a van into which he just pulled me – kidnapping me – “Surprised to see me, Fay?” he asks, rubbing at his hand and glaring at me from his spot sitting on the floor of the empty delivery van. “You jackass,” I growl, suddenly getting very pissed and scooting forward – the puppy still in my arms – and delivering a sharp kick to his thigh. “Ow!” he shouts. I kick him again, harder. “Fay! Fucking stop!” “No!” I shout, leaning forward and starting to smack him. “You kidnapped me! And I’m pregnant – like very pregnan