"Dude, you heard what I said? Or was your meeting that good?"
A sourness cuts through me. "The fucker didn't show."
"What did Zayne say?"
"That he's known to run. But, fuck, man. I thought I would be able to at least speak to him. I wasn't going to nail him to a wall."
"Your father and your uncle are forces to be reckoned with in this world. Maybe he owes a Marino money?" Silassays quietly. "But I don't like it. Did Zayne offer his thoughts?"
"No, but he's working. He might be one of us, but he's still a cop, and though we texted..."
I don't have to finish the sentence.
Zayne has to watch every word said and typed when he is on the clock. Even on his own phone, he is always ultra careful while in the precinct or on the job.
It is what makes him beyond invaluable. That and his skills in the Syndicate.
"Yeah. I hear you." Then Silas says, "Back to your particular situation."
Silas sounds pissed.
I don't know why. I have helped him before, told lies and twisted situations. I'm not asking much, just to hold off on the full truth until I say so.
Thank fuck there was nothing about my alter ego on the computer, and now I'm torn about if she is that naturally good or if I need to give my security systems an overhaul.
Sure, it is a fucking laptop, but I keep the layers as secure as I can.
Normally, it is locked, but since all the information she found wasn't just sitting there, she hacked it.
Shit.
"So, what do you want me to do, Enzo? Because the thing is, I don't want to be the guy who gets the fucking blame here. It is going to be bad enough when you tell her the whole truth and nothing but, however I don't want her finding that out and me along with it."
"You don't even know her."
He mutters something I don't catch as I keep driving, letting some asshole who is riding my ass pass by. I have got nothing to prove. My dick is big enough.
"What was that, Silas?"
"I said, dickwad, that she's a nice girl."
Something clutches and claws at my heart. "So?"
"So, I don't like being complicit in your fucked-up games. I have tried to ease things, Simon's a real presence online now, but, Enzo, fix this because all I'm doing is buying time."
"I'm not trying to kidnap her," I snap.
"She thinks you're a stalker."
"I'm not. At least, not that kind of stalker." Fuck, I don't even know what that means. "I'm just trying to keep her safe."
"No, you're trying to have your cake and scarf it fucking down at the same time."
"You don't know what you're talking about. Our history?—"
"Bullshit."
I grip the wheel tight. "Excuse me?"
