Page 22 of The Con Artist


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“Please, don’t leave.”

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Gabriel

As Carl helped me put the grocery bags in the back of the limo, my phone rang, and Caleb was calling.

“What’s up, little brother?” I answered.

“I called your office and Lu said you took the day off, so I came by your place. Want to tell me what’s with all the security men outside and the woman that’s locked inside your guest room? She said you’re holding her as your prisoner. Do I even want to know what’s going on?”

“I’m on my way home now. I’ll explain when I get there.”

“She was screaming at me to let her out and banging on the door. Bro, seriously, what the fuck is going on?”

I chuckled. “Like I said, I’ll explain when I get home.”

“When will you be home?” he asked.

“In about twenty minutes or so.”

“And what do you want me to do? She’s still screaming and pounding on the door.”

“Ignore her. She’ll eventually stop. I’ll see you soon.”

I took in a deep breath as I ended the call with Caleb.Shit.I didn’t expect him to come over, and now I needed to explain to him what I’d done and why I was keeping her there. She had to talk to me and tell me about herself so I could figure out my next plan with her. But, as long as she remained tight-lipped about who she really was, she’d be spending an awful lot of time in that bedroom.

As soon as Carl pulled up to the house, I grabbed the bags and entered through the service door to the kitchen. When I walked in, Caleb was sitting at the island eating a sandwich.

“Enjoying your lunch?” I smirked.

“Yeah, actually, I am. Grace can make one hell of a chicken salad.”

“Did she quiet down?” I asked as I set the bags on the counter.

“Yes. Thank god. Now explain to me what the hell is going on.”

“She’s the woman who stole my watch.”

“Shut up! How did you find her?” he asked as he cocked his head.

“I saw her at Samuel’s Gala, except she looked totally different. Different hair and colored eyes.”

“I thought you said she was only in New York for a couple of days.”

“That’s what she told me, which was obviously a lie. She lives here in an apartment over on East 84thStreet. She has a briefcase full of aliases. Different names, different looks.”

“So you kidnapped her to get your watch back?” His brow arched.

“I didn’t technically kidnap her. I tricked her into coming over and now I won’t let her leave until I get my thirty thousand dollars back.”

“The price of the watch?” He narrowed his eye. “Where’s the watch?”

“She sold it.”

“Oh. Shit.” He scratched his head. “So she’s a con artist, I take it?”

“Yep. She was conning Samuel Coldwater. He had given her a twenty-thousand-dollar ring from Tiffany. A ring that I made her give back to him.”

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