Shit. “So, we break into his house. He has to keep something there.”
“He lives in a fucking high-rise apartment!” he shouted. “There’s no walking through the back door and grabbing what we need. There are cameras everywhere.”
“You’re great at working around cameras.”
“There are guards on every floor, by every entrance.”
“So we cause a distraction.”
“There are key codes and fingerprints.”
“Key codes are easy. Fingerprints are totally doable.”
He scoffed, turning away from me. “You just have an answer for everything.”
“Generally speaking,” I smirked. “Because we can do this, and there’s no way I’m walking away with any other answer.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I try my best.”
I still didn’t have him on my side, but he was thinking about it, and that was all I really needed. If he decided not to work with me on this, I’d do it myself. I had all the skills necessary to make this happen.
“I can’t do it,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, but there’s no way I’ll put my family on the line again.”
“I get it.”
And I did. After what happened with the virus, and then all the shit that went down with Cash…there was only one way forward for me, and I’d be damned if I didn’t try everything possible before giving up.
“Listen, thank you for letting us stay here and for getting me this far. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
He nodded, and I walked away, knowing what I had to do now.
I wasn’t making a single move without first letting Parker know what was going on. He would kill me for sure when thiswas over, but if I didn’t give him a heads-up, I’d be dead before I had a chance to get us out of this mess.
Stepping outside, I closed the door and dialed his number, letting the cool air wash over me and calm my racing heart. I was only a little terrified that he would come out here and kill me.
But he needed me to end this for his sister, so my chances at living were fifty-fifty.
“Who is this?” he snapped.
“Rob.”
When he didn’t immediately shout at me, I thought I was in the clear.
“You little fucking prick!”
Then again, maybe I was wrong.
“You stole my sister from the hospital, fled from the mafia, and you haven’t bothered to fucking call me until right now?”
“In my defense, I was more worried about keeping her alive.”
“You should have fucking called me. I could have helped you!”
“You know how it is. Things move fast. You don’t always have time?—”
“I don’t give a shit what your reasons are. You married my little sister, and you didn’t even bother to fucking tell me!”