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MAYBE threatening her wasn't the best idea. But despite what she may think, I'm tired of the back and forth and the stubbornness. As selfish as it might sound, I'm tired of her not giving me a chance, and not surprisingly, I'm expecting there to be more situations like that one — maybe without the threatening this time.
Talia sits in the passenger seat, her knees facing her door and head facing the same direction. She can try her hardest to ignore me but I know the questions are still burning marks into her skull.
We drove in silence, a single hand on the steering wheel as I tap my leg with my other hand.
I itch to touch her but that might be pushing it. Either way, she knows why I'm here, but all I can think about is last year when Domenico teased me about finding a woman of my own.
It was the day Farrah found out about us.
I laughed him off, and though I've found interest in Talia, that doesn't make him right.
Finding a woman worthy of all my secrets? I scoff. Impossible. Only difference is that Talia already has a connection to us. Speaking of that connection, Talia clears her throat and turns to me, gearing up to ask me about her.
"What has Remi told you about me?"
I avoid her piercing gaze, "Not much. Told me to figure it out myself when I asked."
Out of my peripheral vision, I can see her brows shoot up, "You asked about me?"
I scoff, "Well, you robbed me. What else was I supposed to do?" She turns away, with an ashamed look on her face, "How often do you get caught? Because, judging by your reaction, it's not often." I make a left turn. If she'd been actually paying attention to the road, I'm sure she'd be able to tell where we're headed.
She rolls her eyes, "That's not the problem, Angel. You are."
"Yeah yeah." I chuckle, "You want nothing to do with me."
"And you want everything to do with me." She retorts.
I shrug, not sure what else to say. I'm good at reading people, deciphering their lies and deceitful behavior. But her? I can't read her.
"Where's your brother?" She asks, tone softer than before like she's finally accepting that she's stuck with me, at least for the rest of the day.
"At the house."
"What house?"
"The one I bought last week."
My words seem to make her brain short wire. Unfinished words escape her mouth as she blinks profusely at me like she could blow me out of the car and into nothingness with her full lashes.
"Why?" She finally says.
I shrug, "Want to keep you at arm's length."
She huffs through her nose, "And I'm guessing that's where you're kidnapping me to?"
