Explaining this was going to be a ride of it’s own. He sat in the back of the car, contemplating driving that short five feet to the front gate to let Eli know he was there. It was tricky. Why he’d done it was for an entire different conversation in of it’s own. Had he trusted Eli not to say anything? No. Had he entrusted his bank account to keep the other quiet? Up for debate.
Still, Eli deserved to know. Pietro was dying to tell someone who wasn’t exactly in the loop and what kind of friend would he be if he kept this big of a secret to himself? The night of the inauguration, Pietro lied to Eli. Made it seem like he’d never met the man in his life. A difficult approach, but he pulled it off. Now he had to tell him. It was only right.
Signalling the driver to pull forward, he let the window slide down uncertainty hanging on his brow.
“E, it’s P. Open up. We need to talk.”
This was not a good idea.
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