Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Forty Seven

"I knew it was risky but the money was going to be divided three ways. Enough for all of us involved." He begins again, startling me from gazing at his face.

"We planned as well as we could. The day came. Late night, when whole neighborhood was deep in sleep we executed our 'mission'. Everything was going perfect until.." He stops deep in thought.

I search his face for what he is feeling. But it's blank, as always. He really is master at hiding his emotions.

"I didn't know where he came from. One minute I was packing up the diamonds, the next he grabbed me from behind and threw me at glass table. Before I could understand, I saw his body on the floor. Bleeding from the bullet wound on his head." He looks at me finally. I'm sure my face is of pure shock. This I was not expecting. His eyes look dead into mine, trying to soften this revelation but it doesn't help.

Somebody died because of them.

"Who fired?" I ask in a detached voice, hoping it wasn't him.

"Bennet did. Me and La Mar didn't know he had gun on him or we wouldn't have agreed to this. We only went to steal not to kill anyone." He tries to reassure me as if knowing it wasn't him will put me at ease.

"I was about to pounce on Bennet when we heard police sirens. He grabbed the diamond pouch from me and bounced, abandoning us there. We knew we were fucked but still we ran." At that he takes another sip of whiskey, his eyes distant.

"We would have reached not far when they caught up with us. Let's just say that we had done some good in life because what happened next was unexpected to say the least. Turns out, Bennet was a professional criminal who had done major robberies and was wanted. They got a tip that he was living there, in Toronto."

"They gave us a ten months in prison, more in community service. But after that, we swore no more thefts." He concludes his story, setting his now empty cup down. I'm aware that he have not mentioned how he knew Bennet was a criminal but honestly, I don't even want to ask.

For a long time, we sit in silence, only sound coming from the murmuring of crew. I'm trying to find the right words, but my brain keeps conjuring up image of a dead man with a bullet in his head.

"Say something, please." My eyes are fixated on the table between us.

"I don't know what to say." My voice comes out in a whisper. I hear him sigh. "Kiara.."

"Can I just talk about this when we land? I'm really tired, I think I'm gonna sleep for the rest of the flight." I lift my head up but don't make eye contact, rather look above his head behind him where the cabin crew sits.

The curtain is drawn and I press the call button for them. In few seconds she is beside us, greeting with her smile. I can see the smear of her eyeliner under her eye and creases around her mouth.

"Can I get a pillow and eye mask please?" Abel doesn't say anything just keeps looking at me. She returns moments later with pillow and a packed eye mask. I thank her and adjust my self in a lying position, purposely avoiding eye contact with Abel. I turn to face away from him and after a few seconds feel him get up and leave without another word.

I close my eyes, forcing the images swimming behind my eyelids away and trying to quiet my racing mind. Maybe when I'll wake up everything Abel revealed to me would be a joke. One sick joke.