Page 28 of The Con Artist


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“What are you talking about?”

“You say you don’t have the money to pay me back, but I know that’s not true. You con people, Kate, for financial gain. Do you really expect me to believe that you don’t have any money?”

“Don’t believe me. I don’t care, Gabriel. I don’t have thirty thousand dollars to give you.”

“Then what the hell did you do with all the money you took?”

I took in a deep breath and stared out the window as we approached his house.

“I had things to pay off.”

“What types of things? Or is it none of my business?”

“I can’t talk about it right now. So please, just let it go. I’ll figure out a way to get your money. I can do one last job and then you’ll never have to see me again.”

We climbed out of the limo and he lightly grabbed my arm.

“I will not take stolen money,” he spoke in an irritated tone. “Go to your room. I’ll bring your bag up later.”

Grabbing my suitcase from him, I held it in one hand and my guitar case in the other.

“I can carry it up myself.” I turned my head and headed towards the elevator.

Chapter 13

Gabriel

Shaking my head, I walked over to the bar and poured myself a bourbon. It was late and I was tired. She moved around a lot. But why? She said her father wasn’t in the military, but that was all the information she offered. I had the feeling she had to be secretive her whole life and that was why she wouldn’t tell me much about herself or her childhood. I needed to figure out what I was going to do with her and how I was going to get my money back. I still didn’t believe she didn’t have any money, and judging by that apartment of hers, she was paying a pretty penny.

I threw back the rest of my bourbon and headed upstairs to check on her and lock the door before I went to bed. When I reached her room, I lightly knocked, and she told me to go away. Rolling my eyes, I opened it and found her lying across her bed on her stomach, propped up on her elbows and reading a magazine. She was in a purple satin two-piece short set and she looked sexy as hell. Her long blonde hair was wrapped up with a clip in the back securing it. I took in a sharp breath as my cock started to rise.

“I didn’t invite you in,” she spoke as she turned the page of her magazine.

“It’s my house. I don’t need your permission to enter this room.”

“What do you want, Gabriel?” Her piercing blue eyes looked up at me as she asked in irritation.

“I was just checking to see if you needed anything before I went to bed.”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay, then. Good night.”

“Night.”

I shut the door and when I went to insert the key into the lock, I stopped. Fuck it. She didn’t need to be locked in there. If she tried to escape tonight, she wouldn’t get past the porch. So I put the key in my pocket and headed to my room.

I awoke out of a sound sleep at one thirty a.m. My throat was dry, and when I went to reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand, I found it was empty. Sighing, I climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked Kate as she stood with the refrigerator door opened.

She jumped.

“Shit, Gabriel. You scared me,” she spoke as she placed her hand over her heart.

“Sorry. I just came down for a bottle of water.”

“And I came down for some food. I’m hungry.”

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