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Again, I roll my eyes.
“Put her on,” Tristan says, ignoring Quinn.
Quinn chews on his hoop, setting my skin on fire with his intense gaze.
“In a sec, we gotta talk about this idea of you coming with us. You’re staying put.” Quinn’s humor has been replaced with a serious tone.
“No fucking way. I wanna help.”
“Tris, do you need another trip to the hospital to remind you of what happened the last time you wanted to help?”
“That’s totally different. They caught me off guard.”
“This isn’t negotiable. Stay put until we figure out what to do after we arrive in…” But Quinn doesn’t finish his sentence.
He’s smart and won’t mention where we are headed, just in case the police are listening in. Here’s hoping they aren’t, as I should have spoken in code when Tabitha told us where to go.
“No way. I’m not leaving you alone out there to deal with those two motherfuckers. I want my revenge just as much as you do yours.”
Tristan is right. Not only has my father and Phil killed Hank but they forced his brother to go on the run. They also attacked him, nearly taking his life. I understand the need for vengeance, I really do. But I agree with Quinn. It’s bad enough that I’m putting one Berkeley brother’s life in danger.I can’t do that to both.
I extend my hand, indicating to Quinn I want the phone.
“Good luck,” Quinn says with a chuckle, handing me the phone.
“Luck? What the hell do I need luck for?” Tristan says as I place the receiver to my ear.
“Hi, Tristan,” I say, looking at a chuckling Quinn.
“Oh, now I get it. Hi, Pai… Mia,” he corrects quickly. “How are you?”
“I’m okay. More importantly, how are you?”
“I’m fine. I would be better if I could come help you.”
“Quinn is right. Stay where you are. It’s not safe for you,” I reply, feeling like a total ass for saying that to him, seeing as I’m dragging Quinn into my bullshit.
“And it is for you?” Tristan asks softly.
“It’s not safe for any of us, but it’s too late for us. We have no other choice but to run. But you do,” I say, hoping to talk some sense into him.
“You can’t expect me to sit here while you two are in danger.” I can hear the frustration in his voice.
“That’s exactly what I expect. Please, Tristan, help Abi clear our names. That’s more help to Quinn and me than you coming out here, okay?”
When he doesn’t reply, I reiterate, “Okay, Tristan? Promise me you will stay put.”
“Okay, fine. But if anything changes, I’m coming to find you.”
I sigh, rubbing my forehead.
“You Berkeley brothers are so stubborn,” I reply, looking at Quinn, who only shrugs, not defending his honor.
“You wouldn’t believe how stubborn we are. Can you put Quinn back on?”
“Of course. Tristan—” I pause.
How do I thank him for risking his life to save me? How do I tell him I owe him my life?
