"Wait, what? Why?" Eniola asked and Varo just sent her a lazy stare.

"You weren't drunk and you fucking blackout and not remember shit. We need a drug test, an alcohol test, and every single test that can be carried out." He said, gesturing at her. "So go piss in a bottle, I already called the hospital."

Tobias shook his head in amusement but kept quiet, not wanting to be a part of their shenanigans.

Eniola frowned. "I don't know Varo, it sounds like you don't believe me."

"You don't exactly have a trustworthy track record, sweetheart." He replied flatly picking up notepad to jot something it.

"It was a one time thing." She said and Varo raised an amused brow at her.

"You've been acting stupid for the past decade and if you don't cooperate with me, you're probably going to end up in jail. I'd say five years if you're lucky and hopefully, it would be enough time for you to grow the fuck up. I should probably give you a heads up; there aren't diamond bathtubs in there."

Her eyes narrowed at him.

"What? Are you going to get offended now? Suck it up and do the fucking test."

"Fuck you." Eniola cursed, standing up from the sofa and the lawyer laughed, craning his neck to call after her.

"Do you need a bottle, Miss Gillian?!" Alvaro called after the woman as she climbed up the stairs.

"Fuck you, Varo!" She yelled back raising a middle finger above her head.

His eyes met with Tobias and he just shrugged. "Someone had to tell her and we both know it wasn't going to be you."

Tobias stayed silent, knowing Alvaro was right as he continued reading A Midsummer Night's Dream. He just couldn't wrap his head around Oberon and Tatiana's relationship.

He didn't understand why they were so toxic of each other.

"But I don't get it!" Alvaro exclaimed after a few moments of going over his notes.

Tobias sighed.

"What do you not get, Varo?" He asked keeping his book on his crossed lap. He knew the lawyer could not be quiet for more than a minute.

He always had something to say.

"This is an obvious flaw. The people behind this obviously wanted us to see the evidence was fake." He answered, looking at the pictures again as if to find hidden meaning to them.

"And?" Tobias tried to hasten his friend's thought process.

He wanted to get back to reading his book.

"I think they're leading us on the wrong path on purpose." Tobias stared at Varo for the longest second. His friend couldn't be possibly thinking what he thought he was thinking.

"Let me guess, you believe it is a money thing and it's similar to Rebecca's issue?" He asked, already knowing where the conversation was heading to.

Tobias looked over to Clara who was obviously eavesdropping on their conversation but pretending to be busy.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure but it has its similarities—" He was cut off by a bottle being thrown on his lap.

"There! You can have a fucking sip if you want!" Eniola yelled from the top of the stairs and laughing loudly at the mortified look Varo's face wore.

Even Clara could not hold in a chuckle.

"The fuck? Gillian!" The lawyer exclaimed tossing the bottle on the center table. "What if the lid had come loose?!" He shouted in disgust checking his black designer suit for any wetness.

"Ain't you glad it didn't?" She said as skipped down the stairs.

"Perra." He muttered bitterly looking up to see Tobias cover up a smirk.

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The rest of the day was spent with the Alvaro repeating the same questions and sending the bottle to the hospital while he convinced Eniola that his sources were reliable. As expected, the court also ordered that she did a test, different from Alvaro's independent one.

Tobias being an chronic overthinker had his mind on other things.

He could not stop thinking about what Varo had told him.

What if it was really another Rebecca issue?

He was not ready to seek the help of his very willing family again. He had lost too much the first time.

He could see it in Varo's eyes; he couldn't wait to get on another mission even with what the last one had cost him. His lawyer cover was boring him. The slightest sheen of mischief or trouble excited his friend.

And him? He didn't think he was ready to go through it again. He didn't want the restlessness and inability to sleep with two eyes closed.

He would very much prefer it was just a coincidence and let Eniola go to prison than allow what would happen to happen if it was indeed another Rebecca case.

"Hello? Tobi?" Warm fingers tapped his cheek, tearing him from his thoughts.

"Oh, I was a bit carried away. What were you talking about?" He forced himself to smile at the woman who was wearing the shirt he had worn the first time he arrived.

He had wanted to throw it away as it was rumpled and for some reason, the powder never came off but Eniola had wanted to keep it.

"I was talking about Francine, my best friend." She frowned a bit due to his lack of attention. "She heard what happened and has been trying to reach me. Same as Kent. You know Deanna didn't call to say shit? And it was her fucking party." Tobias almost cringed at the cursing but nodded, feeling her adjust her weight on him.

Kent again.

Most of her body was now on him as they laid in his room.

He tried his best not to think much of it.

"Have you tried calling her? Be the bigger person and call to see how she is doing. Hear what she has to say about her... Indifference about your situation?" He suggested, his mind not completely comprehending her situation.

"I guess you're right, I'll call her tomorrow." She nodded, looking at the long forgotten movie playing on the television then snuggling into him.

"Your heart is beating so fast though. You good?" She asked him, gently dragging her fingers across his stomach.

He was not alright.

Especially with her being this close. He also had a lot to think about. As usual.

"Yes, I'm good." He answered quietly then shutting his eyes for a moment. He felt the woman lift her head from his chest.

"You're really pretty, Tobi." She said and laughed when his eyes fluttered open. This woman had always addressed him like he was female. "Especially your eyes."

He eventually got used to being called pretty, and beautiful and cute.

"Thanks?"

"I love you though. Do you still love me?" She asked still looking down at his relaxed features.

"Of course I do." He said without skipping a beat. "You're my princess." He added but could swear her lips curved downwards for a second.

"Y-yeah. Thank you for coming back, Tobi." She finally answered after a while, going back to rest her head on him.

"I would have done it a lot sooner if I could, Princess." He whispered into her hair as he caressed it absentmindedly, listening to her breathing get even and lighter.

This is nice.

He knew she was being strong. She didn't want to show how scared she was of what her own future held. She definitely didn't want to go to prison.

If she was telling the truth that she didn't strangle the man, who did then?

Was this truly another Rebecca case and was a certain group of people trying to get back at her for what her father had done to them?

He doubted it.

Dean Gillian was a decent man. Sure politics was a dirty game, but the man never did anything bad. Except for the occasional whistleblowing and lobbying, he was still a decent man... Well, to the best of Tobias's knowledge.

Could they be out for the money Eniola was left with?

Dean did leave a lot of money to her name. Maybe a bit too much money for an ordinary congressman to have. The wealth the man was able to amass was a little suspicious but his assets and investments were publicly declared when he died. But still it was quite the amount.

Tobias settled that the only plausible reason for this was the wealth. And even though, how would the schemers behind this get the money?

Wouldn't they have thought that a single count of attempted murder would not be enough to put a billionaire in prison for a substantial amount of time?

He thought that this first strike was only a warning shot. He knew he had to do something.

Tobias gently detangled himself from Eniola's death grip and quietly left the room with his phone.

By the time he got to the kitchen, he was already on a quiet call with his third in command, Miguel.

"Sí, Ese es el hospital. ¿Ir allí, la etiqueta? Dame un segundo." Yes, that's the hospital. Go there, the label? give me a second— He spoke, his Spanish accent heavily lacing his voice as he checked the small notepad with his phone's flashlight.

"En la sala de almacenamiento, hay ocho refrigeradores, su muestra está en el séptimo. Es el tercero de la izquierda. Sí, sí, el tercero." In the storage room, there are eight refrigerators, your sample is in the seventh. It is the third from the left... Yes, yes, the third. He explained the position of the sample to Miguel who quickly scribbled on something on the other line. "Quiero los resultados a primera hora de la mañana. Varo vendrá a busca rlo. Buenas noches." I want the results first thing in the morning. Varo will come looking for you. Goodnight. He finished and hung up.

"Gato?" Tobias felt himself relax in the big dark kitchen as he recognized the voice.

"Varo, for a split moment I thought it was someone else." He answered, pointing the flash at Alvaro who had been blindly looking for the light switch.

"You must be elated to see me then." The man beamed as he was finally able to turn the lights on. "You were speaking with Miguel?" The man's eyes shone with unnatural excitement.

"Sí." Tobias sighed. He still needed to speak to Mateo to get his reports from the investigation he was supervising.

"Is the family getting back together again?" Alvaro asked and the white-haired man shook his head.

"Not exactly, I am just taking precautionary measures. We can't trust a single test." He answered and Varo raised a perfect brow.

"You call breaking into a hospital to get cold piss a precautionary measure?" He laughed and Tobias nodded, not understanding what was so funny. "So I take it that you are considering what I said? About the case and the family?" He asked again, with Tobias only nodding again. "You do know there isn't enough time, right? We have just three days to Monday."

"I know that but bringing the family together again is not a decision to be hasty with." He answered, spinning the pen that served as a bookmark for the notepad between his fingers. "You know how stressful keeping up with the Cinco Grande could be speak less of the entire family."

"Yeah, I know. In the end, it's your decision. I have enough faith to know you'll make the right one." Alvaro pushed himself off the edge of the counter that had begun to dig into his back. "Buenas noches, jefe." He bid him goodnight and Tobias heart jolted.

He hadn't been called that in a while.

And a part of him liked it.

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