Arabella
I was anxious as I paced about, my phone against my ear. This was the third time I was dialing Adrian's number.
I needed his help. No, I needed my money.
From the corner of my eyes, I caught Javier smirking at Ruth, who had taken a seat on a stool in the corner of the room. She was glaring back, unimpressed that he was smoking right in her living room.
He was perched on one of the armchairs, his legs in the air like he owned the world. It had taken a lot of pleas for him to give me some time. He had come prepared to forcefully take me with him.
My stomach sank at the thought that that might happen if Adrian didn't...
Adrian's voice cut through my thoughts, calm and amused. "Didn't think you'd ever call me. That too three times"
Relief washed over me. I never thought hearing
