Beyond What Meets The Eye

Chapter Fourteen

"I'm sorry."

Everyone had left the interrogation room, leaving Mira and Adrian the only ones left. Mira spun around to look at Adrian, jaw clenched tightly. He had no obligation to protect her, to help her find a way out, but she still felt betrayed. He had convinced her that he would help her get out of this mess, yet did nothing to help her out of Elliot's sly grasp.

"Was this your plan all along? Help me so you could use me against my dad?" Her voice shook with anger. Adrian looked hurt by her words, as if he hadn't brought them onto himself.

"Please Mira, just listen to me. The only reason you're not going back with them right now is because I was able to offer an alternative. If I could just let you go, I would have, but then they would have had their way with you, and trust me Mira, you don't want that." He explained defensively. She dug her nails into her arm.

"Yeah, well you could have at least told me that instead of leading me on like there was some easy way out of this."

He didn't say anything, just staring at her with this pitiful look in his eyes that fueled her anger.

"Let's just go. Unless you're going to leave me locked in here like some prisoner," She growled. He let out a long breath, shaking his head.

"You know I wouldn't do that. Come on." He made his way to the door, opening it and motioning for her to follow. She did, quietly following him back to his car, and riding back in silence.

When they got back to his apartment, she made her way over to the couch, pulling Pickles into her lap and running her fingers through his fur.

Adrian took a seat across from her, watching her silently as if he were trying to come up with something to say.

"Tomorrow we'll go over a few things to prepare you, and then the next day, I'll take you back to your apartment, and it'll all be up to you." He said finally. She lifted her eyes up from Pickles.

"Great," she deadpanned, turning her attention back to Pickles. How was she even supposed to pull this off? One doesn't just learn how to be in the mafia after a day of 'practice'. What if she went to her dad and he wanted nothing to do with her? God, there were just so many 'what if's' that ravaged her mind.

Adrian didn't say anything as he got up and went into the kitchen. He started the stove and began cooking something, and although it smelled heavenly, her appetite was gone. It was like the nausea she'd get before a big game, but make it ten fold.

She blindly watched an episode of gossip girl, barely listening as she stared blankly at the screen.

"Here, I made you something to eat," Adrian's voice pulled her out of her daze as he placed two plates of steak, asparagus and potatoes on the counter top.

Although she would have loved to ignore him and make his sorry ass sit there and eat by himself, she felt obligated to at least go over and make an attempt at eating.

Pickles padded behind her in hopes of getting his share too although he'd already eaten plenty of his food. She slipped into the barstool next to him.

"Geez, what is this, the last supper?" She asked, eyes lingering on the extravagant spread before her.

This earned a light chuckle from Adrian, one that tempted her to smile too, but she forced herself to keep a straight face.

She picked at her food, knowing if she ate too much her stomach would reject it.

"So, what are you thinking so hard about over there?" Adrian asked, his head resting in his palm as he looked over at her. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking about.