Gaby’s POV
After returning from the pub I was a little disappointed because the evening was uneventful as I had anticipated. I haven’t yet been able to put a finger as to who exactly is the head mafia or drug lords in this city. I was beginning to get very disappointed when my phone rang. Picking it up and looking at the screen a code flashed and I knew it was Mariota.
“Hey M!” I’ve always called her M and she protested wanting to know why I called her so. ‘You are as badass as M in Bond series.’ I had responded and she burst out laughing. “Hey Gab!”
“What’s up? Is everything okay? Why are you calling this late?” I asked her worried that she ran into trouble. “You know I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself right?” she shot back. She has always been very independent. “I ran int
