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Pa pulled a shot gun on me once and I knew from then not to fuck with him.
Now I stand before Salvatore and he’s still fucking smiling because he knows I wouldn’t kill his ass but he knows that I know I’m not sure he won’t kill me.
“Damn you,” I hiss. “Damn you. I’ve done enough to her, why would you do this?”
“Do… what Gabriel?” He tilts his head to the side and regards me with crude eyes.
“You fucking around with Mimi.”
“Do I look like I’m fucking around with Mimi?” he challenges.
I open my mouth to answer him but she comes out again, stops when she sees our debacle, shakes her head and goes back to the kitchen.
“Yes,” I finally answer him.
He lowers his gun but the smirk is still on his face. “I’m not. We play poker.”
“And she wears your shirt after with nothing more?”
“Fuck you Gabe, I’m not you okay,” he hisses.
She comes back out of the kitchen and ignores the two of us. It’s when I see how he looks at her as she goes back into the bedroom that I lower my guns.
There was something in his stare that got me and I see instantly he’s right. He’s not me. I never looked at her like that.
“I’m not you but just once in our fucked up universe do I wish I could be you when it comes to her. Not the part of her that hates you though,” he confesses.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “You don’t want to be any part of me when it comes to her. Be you. It says a lot that she’s here.”
Because Mimi is as badass as the rest of us and there’s no way she would be padding around his place in his shirt the way she is if she didn’t have some type of feelings for him.
“Yeah?” The shine comes back to his eyes now and the craze from moments ago gone.
“Yeah.”
“So, what the hell brings you to my place at this time of the morning?”
I sigh and walk in, lowering onto his sofa. I rest my elbows on my knees and he joins me, sitting opposite in the arm chair.
“Is this about you going to The Caribbean? Have you come to some conclusion that it’s a bad idea?”
I frown. “You think it’s a bad idea?”
“No, it will just be strange without you. Not watching my back, or me watching your back, or having you pull guns on me every half second.”
“It’s not fucking every half second.”
“It was how you greeted me this morning so I’m inclined to think otherwise.” He chuckles and reaches over to the coffee table to pull a Cuban cigar from the little drawer on the side.
He offers me one but I don’t take it, don’t feel like it today.
“Salvatore,” I begin. I’m just going to cut to the chase and get into the reason I’m here. It’s the same reason I came to him and the same reason why I’ve always run my ideas past him first. “What would you say if I told you I think I saw Charlotte at The Dark Odyssey last night?”
His brows knit together and his eyes narrow. “Tell me more.”
I almost smile. This is why he’s different from everyone else.
“There was a woman looking up at me, long dark hair and … she looked like her, had on a mask but come on, it’s not that hard to distinguish someone in a mask you already know. She had that same…presence.” I run my hand over my beard realizing that actually sounds weird.
