“I need to talk to you,” I said, unable to believe that was actually the case.
“Andwho the fuck are you?”
“Does it matter?” I said beforeturning myattentiontowards the confusedmanfrom the DepartmentofBuildings. While holding his gaze, I pointed towards the emptybackyard. Mr.D-O-Blooked towards the expeditor for his cue.
The expeditor rolled his eyes and waved his hand towards the backyard.
“Don’t leave,”the expeditorwarned as the manshuffledaway from us.
The suited manswung his attention back towards me. “I don’t know who the fu-”
“Shut up,” I interrupted him, and I smiled asa vein started pulsing in his neck. “I need you to get Sebastian on the phone now.”
“Sebastian?” he asked, his anger morphing into confusion.
“Amato.”
His brows creased together, but he said nothing.
“Now,” I growled.
“You call him, if you want to speak to him so badly,”he said with an unfriendly smile.“Ifyou even know him.”
“Trust me,” Isaid, steppingforward into his personal space, and glaring up at him.“Youwillregret it ifI’m not on the phone with him in the next five minutes.”
He reached into his suit jacket, and I spied the silver glint of a .22. Instead of reaching for his gun, he grabbed a black phone out ofhispocket.
Shaking his head, he scrolled through his phone andtappedonhis screen. He stepped away from me and placed the phone against his ear.
After a few moments he spoke into the phone, “There’s some bitch here,who'sinsisting on speaking to Sebastian.” The expeditor remained silentfor a few moments, and thenrolled his eyes.“ThatSebastian.” A few more seconds of silence,thenhe took the phone away from his ear.
He glared at me while covering the speaker with his hand.“He’s asking who the hell you are, and what the fuck you want,” hesaid.
I had no idea who was on the other line. Whether it was one of my father’s moles, or someone whose palms could be greased easily. I couldn’t say who I was without taking the chance of it getting back to my father. And the last thing I needed was a bullet in my head from my father while this moron was attempting to get a hold of Sebastian. So I racked my brain for something I could say that would make Sebastian understand he needed to speak to me. All without revealing my identity to the man on the line.
“Tell him…” I started. Then Isighed, unableto believe I was about to say this.“That I’m finallybegginghim to come home with me.”
Keeping his hand on the speaker he stepped towards me. “Are you seriously making me handle a body call for you?”
I rolled my eyes, although I couldn’t believe I had said it either.
“Just tell him to relay that message,” I said.
With an eye roll, he repeated what I said. There was a pause, and then he took the phone away from his ear and placed his hand over it. He realized there was a mute button, right?
“If I find out that you are messing with me. I’ll-”
“I know,” Isaid, mimicking the way he spoke with his hands.“You’llthreatento find my family, torture them within an inch of their lives,blah,blah,blah.”
His eyes narrowed, but he remained silent.
Finally, a muffled noise sounded from his phone, and he placed the phone back to his ear.
“What does she look like?”hesaid, while turning towards me.
Heglanced over my body as he assessed me. I guess I wasn’t the only potential girl who could be begging to go home with Sebastian. He began to describe me, none too favorably. He smirked when I began patting at my matted curls. So what if I was having a bad hair day? It’s not like I could exactly keep my hair fromtangling when8 men were beating the shit out of me last night.
Finally, hefinished insulting me andhung up the phone.
