"I've been so worried about you!" Jess exclaimed when I called her that night.
"Really?" I'd kind of been worried about myself after Filip's meltdown just hours ago. "What's up?"
"Gee, I don't know, maybe the fact that some mafiya thug wants to off my best friend."
Oh, that. "Then why didn't you call me on the new number I gave you?"
"How the hell do you call Russia from Greece? It's like trying to figure out rela-f*****g-tivity. And still, I gave it several shots. Of Ouzo. Seriously, you have no idea how much your situation is affecting me. I've been stress-eating my way across Greece."
I frowned. "You don't stress-eat--"
"c**k, Natalie. I was stress-eating c**k. There, you made me say it, happy now?"
"Opa!"
"Twat."
"Bitch." Despite my foul mood, I had to check a grin. "I take it
