Kane“No,” Anabelle snapped. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on, Anabelle,” I said. “It's not that bad. You won't even notice them. I swear it.”
“Kane, give me a break,” she said. “You won't even tell me what's going on, you're freaking out, and now you're having two of your guys babysit me? No. Nuh uh.”
The truth of the matter was no, I didn't want to tell Anabelle what was going on. The less she knew, the better. Not only did I not want to panic her about the threat to her safety, but, selfishly, I also didn't want her to know too much about my business dealings. I'd worked hard to overcome her initial misgivings and preconceived notions about me; the last thing I wanted to do was validate them by telling her I was in bed with a brutal gang who wanted me to run heroin for them.
To say that wo
