Chapter 31 Julia
Julia
"Luca! They haven't fucking called." I am pacing back and forth in front of the couch at the safehouse. Mel is sitting next to me, scrolling through the channels, ignoring Luca's every move.
"They will when they are done. We have to be patient."
"Patient? It's five in the fucking morning, the meeting was at midnight, how much more patience do I need to have? Because I am losing my mind right now."
The panic is running through me, I don't know how to think, what to do.
"I'm just.... I'm just freaked out. What if he killed them?"
"Calm your pregnant ass down and watch TV with your best friend." As soon as the words leave his mouth, I glare at him, and Mel looks up at me, shocked.
"Um, excuse me?" she says, now glaring at Luca.
"What do you mean, pregnant ass?" I run my hand over my face and then flip off Luca.
"Thanks, jack ass." I turn to Mel.
"I'm pregnant. Surprise."
"Surprise! Fucking Surprise? That's what you have to say to me. And why the fuck was this dip shit the first one to know and not your best friend?"
Luca smiles at Mel, smugly.
"I wasn't going to tell anyone until the twins knew, but this one," I throw my thumb over my shoulder, pointing to Luca, "basically forced it out of me."
"And you didn't think to tell me?" Mel stands up and throws her hands up in the air.
I roll my eyes at her dramatics. "I didn't have my phone... So how did you expect me to tell you?"
"True..." She looks back at Luca, then back to me. "Do you know how far along?"
"Well, I am assuming from the first night when I went to the bar alone."
"Okay... Okay, I got it." She nods.
I turn around from Mel, about to tell Luca to find my men, but he isn’t behind me. I walk around the tiny ass house and find him standing in the bedroom on the phone.
"Yeah, all the cameras around that area and more. I need to find them. Find the truck." I stand there and listen to his conversation.
"Yeah, yeah, right the fuck now. They have been gone for five hours. Yeah, I'll send you the address." He ends the call and turns, meeting my eyes.
"So you are worried, but want to play big and bad?" I cross my arms and glare at him.
"I am trying to keep things calm."
"Well, I am not calm." I snap at him and throw my hands in the air. I know I shouldn’t be yelling at him; it's not his fault, but it’s hard to hold back my temper.
"I noticed,” he raises his brow at me.
"So, what's the plan?" I cross my arms again. If this fucker keeps up his smart assness, I’m gonna let my temper fly.
"I have a guy looking into the video footage to find out where the guys are, and figure out what kind of backup we will need. There is a lot of planning to do, but something isn't sitting right with me.” I nod in agreement. Something isn't sitting right with me either.
"Okay, well, let me know what you want me to do."
"I want you to stay here; you are pregnant."
"And I want you to go fuck yourself. I am not staying here like a sitting duck. That's not how I work."
"I know it's not, but I had to try. You know the twins will be pissed if you come with me."
"Does it look like I care?" I know at this point, I’m being rude, but I don’t care.
“When they get pissed at me, I will throw your ass under the bus.” The fact that I know he would stick to that makes me laugh.
“Alright, deal.”