With a smile set into his features, he brushed his fingers over her cheek. Adrian was perfectly fine with ‘just this’ too, but that didn’t change the fact that he believed Helena deserved more- much more.
He made no move to stop her from getting up, he had forgotten his drink and while he didn’t need it, he certianly wouldn’t mind having it. Though he’d much rather have her with him instead of over there.
Confusion wrote itself over his features as she failed to finish her sentance. His eyes moving to fall on the door as well which only added to his confusion. The confusion was rapidly replaced by a need to protect her. This instinct, however, was interrupted by her grave tone. His attention was quickly stolen by the woman who he proudly called his girlfriend.
Did she know what was going on?
There was only silence between them as she pulled the phone from her back pocket. The number she needed was already programmed into it - number 3 on the speed dial. The bank. Aptly named to keep everything off of the records - no one ever really knew when they were being recorded; when the police had a wire tap on them.
She held the phone to her ear, her elbow resting against her other arm that had wrapped itself around her middle. She wouldn’t dare show it, but she was upset - more than upset. It was already starting to eat away at her. Her brother, laying there in his own blood…but she didn’t have time to waste over him.
The line on the other end clicked, but there was no voice. “I have a deposit,” She stated, blue eyes glancing toward Adrian almost every other second - watching him, making sure he wasn’t thinking of doing anything he would regret. But her gaze moved back to Alanzo. “Just one.”