Andrew’s POV
She stared at me like she had seen a ghost—like the words I said couldn’t be real. Like I’d just confessed to being the devil himself.
“I’m a gangster,” I repeated, slower this time, needing her to really hear me. To react. To scream. To slap me. Something.
“Did you hear me?” I asked, stepping closer.
“Yes, I heard,” Katherine replied, her voice so flat, so numb it made my chest twist. Her face didn’t show fear. No tears. No anger. Nothing. Just… blank.
And somehow, that pissed me off more than if she’d broken down in front of me.
“Don’t you have anything to say?” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended.
She turned to face me, calm as ever. “What do you want me to say?”
I scoffed. “Say something—anything. Don’t just act like everything is okay!”
Still nothing. She
