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“You could get in anywhere with your brains,” he insists.
She waves a hand away, indicating to drop it. “You shouldn’t be in here, Nate. Why has no one gotten you out yet?”
He chuckles to himself. “Well, if you went to Duke and law school, maybe you could work on that yourself.”
Her lack of response and show of exasperation makes him continue. “A witness at the scene testified that I was the one who killed Vladimir Volkov,” he explains. “My fingerprints were on the weapon, and I’m associated with organized crime. What do you want me to do? Even Garcia-Diaz couldn’t get me out. I might as well make this my new home.”
“Ah, yes,” Rose nods. “You really did yourself a favor having the attorney who defends literally every single criminal in and around Stoneview.”
She takes a deep breath and readjusts herself to lean toward her brother, both hands on the table. “We both know you’re not the one who killed Volkov Sr. You think I can just let you rot in here instead of m—”
“Shut your mouth,” I snap. “And sit back before the guards think you’re smuggling something in.” I grab the back of her shirt at the same time, pulling until her back hits her chair again.
Rose glares at me, yet she does as I say. She must have clocked you don’t admit to a crime in a prison visiting room. I couldn’t help myself but order her strictly, and I couldn’t help but touch her.
Nate raises an eyebrow at me. “How’s Lik?” he asks conspicuously, making sure to bring everyone’s attention to the fact that I’m taken and meant to be in a monogamous relationship with the man I love.
I don’t even grant him an answer.
“Who was it?” Rose brings the conversation back. Despite that, my heart is beating mercilessly against my chest. How will I ever tell Nate what happened between Rose and me? How will I ever explain this to him without getting a bullet between the eyes?
I’m not scared of him per-se, but I would be downright stupid to ignore his unpredictability and tendency to murder people he can’t be bothered to deal with.
“The witness?” Rose insists. “Cause all the people present that night would never testify against you, and they know the truth.” She pauses. “It wasn’t Jake, was it?”
Nate rolls his eyes at her. “Jake doesn’t want anything to do with me, not even putting me in prison.”
“Then who?”
“Enough questions, Ozy,” he tells her sternly, the scolding reinstating who the older sibling is. “Have you got any cash?”
She nods, confused. “Go grab me a Reese’s bar from the vending machine.”
She huffs. “You’re lucky I feel bad for you.”
She gets up and makes her way to the other side of the room. We both watch her walk, patiently waiting for her to be out of earshot. Nate’s running a finger behind his ear, proof that he will have something to say very soon. When she surely can’t hear us anymore, he turns his lethal gaze to me.
“I swear to God, Sam. If you touch my sister, you know you’ll be the first person I kill when I get out of here.”
With my tattooed knuckles grazing my jawline, I stare at him emotionlessly. I could answer this in many ways.
I already did. What are you going to do about it?
You’ve always known I was in love with her, you can’t put yourself between us.
I touch her and she loves it, not that it’s any of your business.
Hopefully, you’ll never get out because I’ve already made her come many times with the help of my boyfriend.
I settle on something that won’t make him jump me and get himself in trouble. “It would be a pity to send yourself right back in.”
Technically, my words don’t confirm nor deny his accusations. But he understands.
His breathing slows and for a second, I wonder if I should step away. But Nate has a control that puts Tibetan monks to shame when it comes to his temper. He can keep calm in the most triggering situations. No clear-thinking human being wants to be near when he snaps, though.
He smiles at me. It’s chilling and forces me into thinking he should be put in the psych ward rather than the general prison.
“Okay,” he finally says. “Enjoy yourself while you can.”
