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“Yes si– Uh, yes.” Side-stepping me, she places the tray down on the dresser, her eyes darting everywhere but at me.

“Am I making you nervous?”

Shaking her head, she’s still unable to meet my eye. I don’t like that, I really don’t. I’m not used to others feeling uncomfortable around me. Granted, I don’t like dealing with people. They make me nervous. Blame it on my past but being around people, it’s weird and odd. I can be around younger kids; they aren’t aware of the hurt that I’ve been through. But most men are taller than me, and then women act as if something is wrong with you when you turn down their advances.

“What’s your name?” I finally ask, realizing I’m staring at her.

“Amy,” she mumbles.

“Well, hello Amy, I’m Gabriel.” Holding my hand out, I wait for Amy to take it. What feels like minutes later, she reaches over, slipping her hand in mine. She barely shakes my hand before dropping it like she’s on fire. Rolling my eyes, I nearly limp toward the orange juice and pancakes.

“Well, now that we've officially met, any way you can…” I don’t get to finish my sentence before Amy runs out of the room, literally running, slamming the door as she goes. “Well, fuck.” I sigh, shoving a bite of pancake into my mouth.

Chewing angrily, I can’t help but be bothered by the fact that not only did the suit man apparently save me, but he also walked off before I could even tell him who Billy was, and he couldn’t even tell me where we were. Sure, at his house, but where was his house? Also knowing Izel, the moment she can’t get in contact with me she’s going to tell Zion who’s going to tell Killian, who’s going to tell Aziza. Sure, Killian is a very skilled hacker for one of the Mafias out there. But Aziza is much better. She was the one who found my sister when Dan kidnapped her years ago.

Aziza will find me. I only hope it’s sooner rather than later.

9

Tobias

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Kyler yells at me for the millionth time.

Sitting back in my office chair, I can’t even pretend to not know what he’s talking about. But I also can’t bring a single fuck to care about his opinion. Granted, I care. I do care for Kyler. But I just don’t care what he thinks about this.

“Tobias!” Kyler growls, placing his hands on my desk, trying his best to get my attention.

“Hmm?” I hum. Playing dumb seems like the best choice, and I can do that well. Somewhat anyway. Maybe not all that well with Kyler.

“Knock it off.”

“What’syour problem now?” I sigh, sitting back.

“You brought him here? You brought him here! Why, why on earth would you do that?”

The urge to protect Gabriel was overwhelming. It was none of his business who I brought to the penthouse or my home out of the city. It was no one's business but mine. Gabriel is no one else's business. No one’s but mine.

Mine.

“Tobias, you’re ignoring me. I don’t like being ignored.” Kyler sighs, stepping away from my desk.

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“You are. You’ve got that look on your face, that look when you’re feeling angry. Which I don’t understand. Why are you angry? It can’t be at me, and it can’t be your father. He just said he’s going to handle Antonio and Salem’s situation. Which is wild because surely Salem can handle herself.”

“I don’t have a reason, I just…” What the fuck am I supposed to say? I’m feeling things for a guy, and I’m pretty sure that I’m bisexual. I have no idea how my family, mostly my father, would handle this. Men in the Mafia are supposed to marry women. Usually it’s set up, nonetheless. Men marry women in the Mafia. Mind the fact that my father saved my mother and married her. Besides that it’s very uncommon.

“Just what?” Kyler breaks the silence.

Shaking my head, I refuse to think about my personal issue at hand. Instead focusing on the missing containers and what Billy did with them.

“Have they found anything in Billy’s apartment?” I ask.

“Billy doesn’t have an apartment, or anywhere to live for that matter. The only location we’ve found him living in was Gabriel’s place. And from my understanding since you’ve been breaking in there every–”

“Watch it, Kyler,” I snap, pointing my finger at him. I might be his best friend, but he still needs to respect me.

“No, there’s nothing that has been found.”

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