Blaine Sousa:
A man who doesn't care about others opinions.
Cassandra Harper:
A woman who cares a little too much about what people think of her.
When a turn of events brings two strangers together once more it could be lethal, especially in his lin...
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As someone who tries to hide her own body language I've become quite good at reading other people's.
Francisco for example. It was obvious he didn't want me going to meet Gerard with him, then all of a sudden he agrees to it? I'm not buying it.
He high tailed it out of the kitchen as soon as he agreed. He didn't stay because he didn't want me asking questions as he has no intention of taking me with him.
We're leaving in an hour, yeah right.
I see Francisco walk to the front door, he doesn't notice me. It's been half an hour and he was going to go without me, not on my watch.
"Going somewhere?" I say from behind him, my arms crossed infront of my chest.
He turns around from his place at the door at the sound of my voice.
"Just getting some fresh air." He states.
"I'm not stupid. I've been waiting here the past 15 minutes for you."
"How wonderful."
"Isn't it just?"
"You know, I've heard the stories about you. You've known about the mafia for all of 5 minutes and now you're getting yourself involved? What are you after?" Francisco bluntly asks.
"Nothing. I'm a good negotiatiator and lucky for you I'm sympathetic and don't want to see you with a bullet in your skull. So put your pride aside and let me help you."
"I don't need your pity."
"Don't flatter yourself, I'd do it for anyone." I mean if it's life or death I would but I really need him to trust me. "I can get you a good deal, I promise."
He groans in annoyance. "Fine." He says angrily. "But if you die, it's on you."
"Scared I'll come back to haunt you?"
"There's no such thing as ghosts but if there was, you're annoying enough as a living person never mind as a dead one." He says walking out the door and getting into the drivers seat of a car.
I quickly sit in the passenger's seat and he takes off not a moment later.
"Nathan told me the basics." I state.
"Nathan? So were on a nickname basis now are we?" He says glancing over to me for a moment. "So what's my nickname?"
"Fran."
"Oh fuck off."
"Ok, would you prefer cissy?"
"Cagna." (Bitch)
"I'm going to assume that was an insult." I say.
"You don't know Italian? Good to know."
"Ce n'est pas parce que je ne connais pas l'italien que je ne peux pas t'insulter dans d'autres langues." (Just because I don't know Italian doesn't mean I can't insult you in other languages)
