She sucks on her lower lip lost in her own thoughts. "Mark kidnapped me but not the way you think". What the hell does that mean? Either you're kidnapped or you not there isn't a in between. She leaned into her elbows as if what she is going to tell me it's only for my ears to hear "When I moved to New York my father hire Mark to keep an eye on me but I didn't know about that" she plays with her bracelet "when Mark informed my dad about the man who chased me my dad order him to bring me back home". That son of a bitch! There was always something about him I never liked he always seemed sort of fishy to me.
"But your father got capture," I said as a statement not a question. If her father isn't the one behind this that who is? I still don't understand. "Yes he got capture but he left my uncle in charge of me" she says. Not only did El Rey have a daughter he has a brother also. How the hell we don't know anything about this man but his name? "So those two men were your uncles?" I ask just to be clear. I can understand her uncle stepping up for her father. I wonder if he stepped up on the family business?
"Uh huh" she takes a sip of her soda. Uh huh? Now why do I feel like there is something else she isn't telling me? "Uh huh" I mimic her "just to be clear I had nothing to do with your father getting capture". I don't need her to think that I had some thing to do with that. "I know" she whispers. I know this isn't the time to ask her this questions but I have to ask. "Are you coming back with me?". She rubs her temples trying to calm herself down "It isn't that simple". I nod my head out of frustration. I feel like she just ripped out my heart and stomp all over it. I was so sure she was going to come back home with me that I never once stopped to think other wise. The waiter comes back with our check and I reach for my wallet to pay for it before she even thinks of doing it herself. That would be the cherry on the fucking cake.
I throw the cash down on the table and walked away leaving her behind. "Say something" she says as we walk out the restaurant. I don't know what to say and I don't want to say something I'll regret later. "What do you want me to say?" I ask in my cold cop voice. The only time I've used this voice with her is when we first met. "Is not like I don't want to go back with you," she comes around from me and stops in front of me. I turn my head to the side to stare at the fishes instead of her. "It's complicated" she says under her breath. What's complicated it's a yes or no fucking question. Yes Gabe I want to come with you or no Gabe I don't. See simple.