“Nope.” Emilio shakes his head.
Fine. He’s not going to move? I’ll up my threat level. Digging into my bag, I pull out the pistol I’ve still got in there from when I stormed into Jake’s office.
“Move or I will shoot you,” I tell Emilio.
“Damn, Jazzy, I’m impressed.” He points at the gun in my hand without bothering to move out of my way. “I really didn’t think you’d have it in you.”
“You think I won’t shoot you?” I ask.
Emilio shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m still not going anywhere.”
“She might not shoot you, but I sure as fuck will.” Aurelio is now right behind Emilio in the open doorway of my parents’ house.Why is he even here?
“Go for it.” Emilio shrugs again.
“You’re fucking insane.” Aurelio shakes his head.
“I don’t want to interrupt whatever this is, but I do have someone to see. Excuse me. Hi, Jazzy. Nice to see you again,” Daniella says as she passes me.
Aurelio watches his sister as she disappears before turning back in my direction. “Where you going?”
“The Westmead funeral is today. I’m going to attend,” I tell him.
“You think that’s wise?” Aurelio asks.
“I don’t care if it is or isn’t. I’m going,” I say.
“I’ll take you.” My head snaps to my left, over to where my dad is standing in a black suit.
My eyes widen. “Really?”
“Yes.” He nods. “You’re not going alone, and I know you’re going to find a way to get out of this house and turn up there anyway. So let’s go.”
“Thank you.” I wrap my arms around my dad’s waist.
When I pull away, he looks down at the gun in my hand. “Is that mine?”
“Ah, yeah, I kind of borrowed it.” I force a grin.
My dad plucks the gun from my hand and passes it off to Emilio. “Put this in my office,” he says.
“Sure thing, Tío C.” Emilio walks past me. “Next time, shoot me,” he whispers.
I roll my eyes. Idiot is going to find himself in an early grave.
“There a reason you’re on my doorstep?” My dad looks to Aurelio.
“Yeah, my sister went in there. I’m just her driver.” He shrugs.
“Right.” My dad places his hand on my lower back. “Let’s get this over with,” he says.
I don’t say anything the entire drive to the church. I do notice the three cars trailing behind us, but I don’t mention them. I haven’t been allowed out of the house without an army of security since the day I snuck off to Jake’s.
Before we get out of the car, I turn to my dad. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You know there isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you, Jazzy,” he says.
“I know.” I smile a little. “But I also know you are not a fan of Jacob’s.”