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𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 want to go with him—she just wanted to get out of that damn room. But here Christiana was, sitting in a cheap diner across from the man who broke her heart and the father of her child.
She hadn't spoken a single word since they left the FBI office.
Christiana sat in the booth, aimlessly swirling her straw in a glass of water while checking her phone every few seconds. She wasn't ignoring Brian on purpose—well, maybe she was—but she was more concerned with Jesse. She needed to know he was okay.
"You look good," Brian finally said, breaking the silence after what felt like hours.
Christiana scoffed, glancing up from her phone for the first time. That's what he leads with? After five years, that's the best he's got?
"Why am I here?" she sighed, folding her arms and leaning back against the booth. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face.
Brian stared at her for a moment, clearly trying to find the right words. "You know they're going to catch Dom, right? Maybe even worse."
Christiana's jaw tightened, but she didn't interrupt.
"I don't want you getting tangled up in this. Or Mia. You both need to stay away from him," Brian said firmly, his blue eyes locking onto hers.
His words made her blink in disbelief before she let out a bitter laugh. "So... let me get this straight. You dragged me to this cheap diner to tell me that?" Her voice rose slightly, her frustration bleeding through as she rubbed her face with her hands.
"That's literally all you have to say, Brian? It's been five fucking years," she hissed, her words laced with venom.
She had held onto the hope that the last conversation they had meant something—that he'd keep his word, that he'd prove he was different. But clearly, she had been wrong.
"And now, out of nowhere, you suddenly care again?" Christiana snapped, her tone sharp and cutting. "How convenient."
Brian leaned forward, his elbows on the table as he ran a hand through his hair. "Chris, I'm sorry. And like I told you before, I'll do anything to prove it."
