“Why the hell would he do that?” Salvatore asks and my hands start shaking.
“Something I told him that happened to me.”
He holds my stare and it’s like he just knows what the something is.
I’m sick of crying. The tears however are not sick of me. They come harder and it’s Mimi who comes to me and holds me.
Salvatore grits his teeth and looks back at Nick. “Call Vincent and tell him to meet us.”
“Already on it.” Nick has his phone out.
“Come on. I’ll take care of you,” Mimi assures me and the guys leave.
I don’t know what to expect now or what will happen.
I was so stupid to think I could escape my past.
I can’t.
* * *
Mimi takesme back to Gabe’s place and we wait.
It’s all we can do.
Wait and worry.
I message my mother to tell her I’m safe and I’ll call in the morning. I owe my family the contact because I don’t want them to worry the way I am about Gabe.
Mimi sits with me and stays with me. She allows me to be what I need to be. Whether that’s the crying woman, the woman who’s staring at the wall or the woman who just needs to be held.
It’s past midnight now and there’s no sign of Gabe or his brothers. No phone call either. Nothing.
Nothing…
Nothing at all.
I can’t stand it, can’t stand the emptiness and nothingness.
She goes to the kitchen to get me some water but I can’t drink it. I can’t do anything but wait.
“Charlotte, please have it. Drink it. It will help,” she pleads with me.
I take the glass and manage a sip.
When I set the glass on the coffee table she sits back next to me.
“I’m so sorry for all that’s happened to you,” she says.
“Thank you.” It feels weird saying that, it’s like that vibe again of what to answer back when someone offers their sympathy. “Mimi, it’s so late. What if something happened? I should have never gone to him. I shouldn’t have involved him.”
She shakes her head and sets her arm around me. “Don’t even think like that. He would have wanted you to run to him, you know him.”
“Mimi. I don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to him.”
“I know. Please Charlotte don’t think the worst. His brothers always have his back. I’m praying they find him. I’m praying they do.”
“Me too.”