In Too Deep

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The words rang in her ears.

Just leave the car, warned a voice in her head. Leave and don't look back. He's obviously insane. But her body wouldn't budge and she couldn't believe she would even consider throwing her brother to the wolves.

However, what Ghost was saying was borderline insane. But that's what he does anyway—take what wasn't his and fuck the consequences. Fuck that it was illegal, or that he was dragging her to commit something as atrocious as stealing from a church. A place of God.

She didn't even know if he was being serious, but it was too shocking to hold back from asking, "You want me to steal from the church?" Just to make sure she quite heard him right.

It only seemed to earn her a flash of a grin that might have been charming, yet somehow they managed to look anything but. Nova couldn't decide if he was dropped as a baby, hence why he may have lost a few knots, or he had been exposed to a dangerous drug that fucked up his mind. Her theory didn't just come to her now; so many incidences that happened could back up her theory.

"Are you crazy? Why do you have to steal from the church? I thought you claim to be some badass gangster. If you want money, go steal from the bank or a grocery store. Why does it have to be the church? And why do you think I'd go through with your stupid plan?!" she rushed the words out without catching her breath and ended up coughing just a bit, pretending she wasn't concerned in the least that he was rolling his eyes.

"I'm not trying to steal from the church, idiot. The money you're getting is mine. Not anyone's, but mine. Some fucktard hid it in the church, alright? Stop crying about it and go get my shit."

Her stomach dipped and tied a knot. Suspicion went its way through her, planting a seed of doubt in her mind. "Why can't you get it yourself?"

Ghost's face shaped into a scowl; the full force of his brutal gaze on her. "Because it's none of your fucking business. I tell you what you do, not the other way, so shut the fuck up." His voice was full of more annoyance than usual. The type of tone that made it impossible for her to discern if he was speaking the truth or making up a lie. He sure as hell sounded like he was lying.

Why else would he get so defensive?

"I'm not moving until you explain to me why you can't just go in there and take back the money if it's yours. What's so hard about that?" she snapped, eyebrows drew together. "Or are you looking to get rid of me so quickly?" Damn. He probably was. Maybe he didn't want her around anymore. What better way to send her to jail than to get her arrested for stealing money from a church?

I mean, there were dozens of ways to get rid of me, so why the church?

"I hate churches. Which makes it un-fucking funny." One corner of his full mouth twisted into something like a smirk, clearly not on the same page with his words. "Some cunt stole my money and thought it'd be safe in there. Satisfied now, hmm?"

No, she wasn't satisfied.

"Why can't you send one of your guys to get it, then?"

"As I said, it's none of your business. Get out or your brother gets shot." Despite the hardness to it, his mouth formed a wry smile as he slowly ran a wide thumb over his lower lip.

Why do his expressions never align with his words? That was what made him so confusing. He was really trying to hide so well.

Nova resisted the urge to flinch or cower but threw him a dark glare she hoped would welcome his dreams. "Dick."