Falling For The Mob

47 Third strike

Sam

Having slept less than three hours, I begin to wonder if maybe we should have gone to bed sooner, but again I am powerless against her. It took us three hours last night before exhaustion took hold.

Without waking Zoë, I manage to get dressed and sneak the suitcases out. Now comes the hard part of getting her out of bed and into the car without revealing my plans.

I text Addy for help, but I only receive a reply stating that I need to figure this out on my own. A knot forms in my stomach, this could very possibly end badly. There are few things in this world that I pursue without being guaranteed a positive outcome. In this case, I have already overstepped twice, and I begin to wonder if there is a three-strike limit.

“Wake up, Love, you need to get dressed,” I gently shake her shoulder.

Grabbing hold of my pillow, she smacks it in my face, keeping herself buried in the warmth. “Five more minutes.”

I have very little choice, we need to be out the door in half an hour. “Zoë, you need to get up,” I give her a gentle nudge, rolling her over.

With a deep frown, she looks at me through half-closed lids. “It’s only seven, and why are you wearing jeans? It’s Thursday.”

With everything happening, this seems to be her only point of interest. “We need to go because Addy needs us.”

My tone is much more hurried than intended, causing her to shoot out of bed in a panic. “Is everything alright? Did something happen to Mason?”

She trips over to the drawer and begins putting on the first underwear she finds, by the looks of it, a pair of mine. “Love, calm down, they are both fine.”

“In that case, she can wait another few hours,” she sighs, her body hinting towards the bed again before I grab her and spin her towards the bathroom.

“She still needs you for something, she would not say what, but it is urgent.”

“Sam, you’re scaring me, what happened to Addy?” I sigh, attempting to hold back a grunt. I am supposed to be the difficult one between us not her.

“Get dressed, we leave in twenty minutes.”

Seven minutes later, she rushes into the kitchen, dressed faster than I ever expected. “Extra milk, no sugar.”

I try handing her the coffee cup, but am only met with confusion. “We need to pass by my apartment and get my medical bag.”

“Jonas will retrieve it and meet us there.”

Again, I try handing her the cup, but she frowns. “Sam, what are you doing? We need to go.”

“We still have a few minutes before Jonas picks us up.”

“I thought he was meeting us there. Sam, what’s going on?” I am supposed to be a master at lying, how is it that such a simple task has become trivial?

I have come too far to pull back now. Pouring the contents down the drain, I close everything off. “We can leave now.”

I grab her by the hand and manage to drag her to the elevator before she rips free. “Wait, I need my wallet and my phone.”