Angela stood anxious in the middle of the living room, her focus on the closed door where Gael disappeared with his men. She tucked her hair behind her, flicking it before she crossed her arms under her breasts and began tapping her foot. Different scenarios played in her head.
The door opened, and she straightened, only to see Trigger entering the apartment. She let out an unsatisfied sigh. "Where are they?"
"They left. I don't know where."
"Can you find out later? I just want to know they're okay."
He nodded. "I can try."
She let out another sigh. Clearly, Gael was hiding something from her, and she wanted to believe that it had nothing to do with her but everything to do with Giovanni. Angela couldn't get mad at that; after all, she had secrets too. But curiosity gnawed on her and the scene from earlier kept playing in her head. Giovanni was thoroughly pissed—no, he was outraged.
