“What’s your next move?” I ask, head turning over my shoulder to look at her through the room. She hasn’t left the chair. She’s hunched over the table, slight fear etched into her features, now she’s seen the enormity of what’s happening here.
She raises her head and looks right at me. “Marco has half the diamonds. We’re safe. Or should be for now.”
I watch her mind ticking over those words, the essence of them not meaning the same thing as she’d like them to. “He’s dealing with me now instead of Andreas.”
“And that means what?” There’s the longest pause as she gazes at the wall, some part of her lost in her own planning and preparation.
“I’m not stupid, Nate. I’ve got this.”
No, she hasn’t. Not entirely. And that’s not good enough for me and what it could mean to my family. At least she’s safe for now. Whether her brother is or not isn’t my concern. I stare until she lifts her chin back to me, a small smile playing around her lips as she leans back.
“You’re gonna tell me everything, Gabby. Right from the beginning.” I walk back to the table and sit opposite her, flicking a smoke out and rolling up my sleeves. We’ll do this all fucking night if we have to until I can see a way through, because I’m not losing her. I can’t. Won’t. “And then we’ll see what we can do about us.”
