His stare makes the side of my skin tingle with awareness, but I refuse to look at him. Something tells me that the vulnerable look that flickered through his features earlier might be back, and I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to think for even a second that he might be hurting, because there’s no way that whatever he’s going through right now is as bad as what I am.
“I’ll get your things from your house. Any requests?” he asks once he’s moved to the doorway.
I rattle off a list, most of which I’m sure is obvious, like underwear and makeup. I’m tempted to add a couple of bullshit items that will force him to search, but something tells me that he’ll have a good old rummage while he’s there, whether he’s looking for something or not.
The second he closes the door behind him, I swear I breathe for the first time since I found him standing in here.
Closing my eyes, I think back over the things he told me.
Pops was the one who did this.
But why? What does he stand to gain from handing me over to the Cirillos?
And possibly more importantly, why the fuck was Mum running drugs for them in an estate that’s controlled mostly by the Wolves? Did she have a fucking death wish?
I guess the only slight positive in all of this is that I’m going to get the chance to ask her. I’ve just got to pray that she makes it through okay.