Chapter 42
Gabriel
“How the hell are we going to get the file from her laptop. She guards it like crazy,” I complain as I stare at my laptop, trying to come up with a good plan to get my mother’s laptop where she is holding the blackmail.
Mio paces around the space of my home office, biting her fingernails in the process.
“I have no idea; she is your mother.” she shoots back at me with an angry expression as if it is my fault that my mother is blackmailing her.
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Of course.”
“Then stop acting like it is my fault and let us come up with a plan.” I roll my eyes at her and in return to my answer, she huffs in annoyance and finally sits down. Her pacing around was driving me nuts.
“We need someone to distract her to have enough time to get to her laptop, someone who loves talking and can come up with conversation topics to keep her busy.”
“What about your sister, she yapps a lot.”
“Won’t work and if you ever insult someone from my family again, then the deal is over, Mio.” I warn her, pointing a finger at her. She rolls her eyes in return. I fall back in my chair, my brain so close to exploding. Who thought coming up with a plan would be that hard.
She gets up from her seat as if a brilliant idea got to her. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
“What if I talk with her while you try to get her laptop?”
“Genius idea but we will need someone who can hack into her laptop to get it to open because frankly no idea what her passcode is.”
“Thank you for the compliment, I will make sure to brag about it for the rest of our lives.”
“I am taking it back.”
“No take backs, sorry,” she shrugs her shoulders at me. “And also I know her password.”
I blink in surprise. “What?”
“I know the password,” she whispers as if that will make me hear it better. I heard it, I just refuse to believe it.
“How?”
“It takes a genius to know.”
“Just spit it out, diamond heiress.”
“I watched over her shoulder in Italy when she took her laptop out once. I don’t know the exact combination but I know which number. All seven of them.”
“Seven?”
“Yep,” she pops her lips at the last letter, and sits back down on her seat in front of my desk. “Two-two-four-four-seven-five-three.”
I write down each letter, trying to figure out what the possible combination could be, and there are 210 combinations possible.
That will take forever.
I hear a chuckle, and I look up, only to find Mio trying to suppress a laugh. “Your mother really seems to love you,” she says, bitterness and jealousy lace her voice.
“Why?”
“The password is Gabriel.”
I raise an eyebrow, now sure what to say. “Did not expect that.”
“Didn’t you? You are after all mama’s boy.”
“Shut up, Mio.”
“It’s true,” she laughs and I swear to God I am this close to breaking our deal, but I’m not an arsehole. I keep my words. I promised to get the tape and I will. “You can tell by how she treats Nicole and Charles that she doesn't love them as much. Or at all.” My blood boils at her words and I snap.
“Are you talking from their point of view or your own?”
Her smile drops and her laughter dies down at my harsh words and for a moment I wish I hadn’t said them. “You’re a coward.”
I shrug my shoulders, “I am a coward, yet here I am helping you get out of the mess you entrapped yourself into.”
“I did not trap myself; your mother is.”
“And the longer you keep insulting me for trying to help, the closer we are to seeing those tapes in the lights of day.”
“If I were insulting you, I would use much worse insults to hurt that ego of yours.”
“Try me,” I lay the chance before her to give me her best remarks she may have stuck in her mind.
“I would rather not waste my breath on you.” She holds her head high with those words.
“Whatever may suit you, I say you lay out a plan to get her laptop. I need to go home to my wife.” I chug down the last of my drink before I finally get up from my seat and take my leave from that ghastly room.
“Gabriel,” I stop in my tracks when I hear Mio’s voice. I keep a hand on the door and turn my head to her. “Elena is lovely. Do not fuck it up with her because I promise you I will befriend her if you do ,and I will cut your balls off.”
“No doubt you won’t,” I say and leave the office.