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There was a pause. "Are you scared?"
"Sufficiently shitting myself," I replied, sounding manically upbeat.
"Christ," Noah chuckled. "Well, stay safe, kid."
"Will do."
"And try not to get yourself killed before you get my car back to me."
"It's on the top of my agenda."
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"Tell me, Giacobbe Toretto, are you brave enough to die tonight if this does not go our way?" Seth asked as we lay on our stomachs in the overgrown shrubbery at the back of my father's property.
"Call me that one more time and you won't be around to ask dumb fucking questions," I warned.
"Why not, Giacobbe?" he drawled. "That is your name, is it not?"
"Gee-a-cub-eee," I mocked his accent, rolling my eyes. I didn’t know this guy, I trusted him even less, but my desperation to find Romi trumped everything. "Dude, you are getting on my last goddamn nerve. I ain't fucking around here. Quit it."
"At least we will meet our mothers," he mused, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "My mother was a brilliant woman."
"Quiet," I growled, spying Giuseppe, one of my father's guards, through my binoculars. It was growing dark out and I was growing anxious. Waiting for the shift swap and the fifteen-minute gap between watchdogs had never made me feel so damn sick. I guess the prospect of having another lead ridden bullet lodged in my body was the causing factor.
I knew this place like the back of my hand – and Romi's place with it. I could walk every square inch of this property blindfolded and not put a foot wrong. I knew where every guard was stationed, where every security light, laser, and alarm were positioned.
Being the black sheep of the family with a penchant for sleeping with the girl next door, I had made a career out of getting in and out of both houses undetected.
Who knew it would come in handy now that I actually needed it?
"You're sure Cal's in there?" I asked, not feeling sure about a damn thing. "Next door, I mean."
"Where else would he be?"
"Gee, I don’t know, asshole. Maybe a million different places –"
"He's home," he growled, stiffening beside me. "And I am going to enjoy watching him take his last breath."
"Whatever you say, dude," I muttered, desperately trying to keep his sister out of my thoughts. If I was going to do this, I needed to keep a clear head. I couldn’t do that when it was clouded by Romi.
"So, is my beloved twin sister the love of your life?" he asked then, tone morphing to one of amusement. "Or do you believe in that sort of thing?"
"Get fucked, Seth."
"Hey – I am simply trying to make some friendly conversation here."
"We're not friends."
"No, but we are allies."
"Nope. We ain't that either. We have a common interest, Seth. A mutually beneficial arrangement. That's all. Once I get what I want from you, I couldn’t care less if you live or die."
"Cal Dillon."
"Hmm?"
