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Rafe let out a scoff as he heard his brother’s teasing words, rolling his eyes —– in a most affectionate way, of course. “I don’t have a girlfriend, for starters,” Rafe began; though, if he were to think about what was happening to him, he’d begin realizing how the girl Gabe was talking about was the only one Rafe had eyes for. “And secondly, I’d kick your ass. Then maybe Sibel can watch you get your ass kicked. Have you told her how you feel yet?” Rafe rose his eyebrows, looking at Gabriel with a knowing look —– even a blind man could see how Gabe felt about Sibel and although Rafe was blind to his own emotions, he could read his brother just well enough. At Gabriel’s comment, Rafe couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. The Capo had always thought that if he ever saw his sister again, if she had, by some miracle, survived the attack on his family —- which the press sold as breaking and entering gone wrong, which Rafe knew was a lie —- that he would be happy to see her. Then again, he would never have guessed he would end up in bed with a mafia in Las Vegas, which made him more likely to die before he reached his forties. Now, all he could think about were her words and what him being in her life and her in his could mean for both of them. “No. At least I hope not.” Rafe mused, realizing he didn’t know anything about his own sister. “She —- she hates me, man. She thinks I left her to die.” Which, Rafe realized, Gabe did not know the first thing about. Sure, he knew about his father, his mother and how they both died, how Rafe’s house was burned to a crisp. But he had never mentioned the fourth person in that house. If that wasn’t bad enough, the icing on the cake was about to come out. “She thinks I’m worse than my father. There’s no coming back from that.”
There was a cocky smirk, a Gabe special. “Maybe we should have a go right now, you know? Let’s hope both of our ladies are around to watch this happen.” At the mention of Sibel, that smirk dropped, and he shook his head. “Nah...I think she’s better off not knowing. I mean, we’ve been friends for so fucking long, you know? So why ruin a good thing with whatever the fuck these emotions I feel, huh?” He rubbed his knuckles against his palm. sighing. Besides, what was more important was Rafe feeling down in the dumps about a little sister hating him. “Isn’t that a thing kids do? What do you call it---a tantrum, right. But that’s good, her not being involved in the family business, I mean. That would suck.” But Gabe wasn’t processing the gravity of the situation, still not understanding why, till Rafe said that. “Oh...oh damn. That’s cold.” From what Gabe knew about the late Montoya senior, with all his cruelty and lack of humanity, he couldn’t imagine being called anything worse than that. Of course, Gabe had witnessed the second bit first hand in a warzone, but...He frowned, looking at Rafe. “Have you tried...I dunno...talking to her? Conflict resolution comes from talking things through. Face to face. You know, with her all throwing the conflict in your face and stuff.” But there was something else Gabe wanted to ask, wanted to know. “Who is she? Do we know her? From before, I mean.”
















