Page 37 of Relentless Oath

I stood up and tossed a few hundred dollars onto the table. “Let’s go, Mya.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.”

“The bathroom is to your left.”

She stumbled away, and I wondered if I would see her again.

When she came back to the dining area, Hortensio and Lara were gone. I was sitting at the table playing Solitaire on my phone.

“I think we should take a raincheck on that dinner,” she said softly, sitting down next to me. “Where did our guests go?”

“Probably to the ER.”

“Why did you stab him?”

“He got several of my men killed.”

“So, you chose violence instead of finding another way?”

“I chose what people like him understand.”

She looked ready to argue and then said, “I’d like to go home now.”

I couldn’t read her expression. Maybe this had been a bad move. I wanted to know where her loyalty lay, but in doing so, had I miscalculated?

She had the ammunition she needed to call the cops on me, but she hadn’t done so.Hmm…what angle was she playing?

Should it bother me that I thought she was playing an angle? And what if she wasn’t playing any angles at all? What would that mean?

That evening back on the island, I felt her slowly pull away from me and slide to the edge of the bed.

I pretended to sleep, wondering where she was going. She stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then disappeared through the bedroom door.

I texted Ivan.

>> You have eyes on Mya?

His reply was almost instant.

>> Yes. She’s going toward the living room. Now she’s logging on to her laptop.

Fuck.

I send a reply. But it’s unnecessary.

>> What’s she doing?

>> It looks like she’s emailing something. I can’t really see….

I didn’t need to see what it was. I already knew. It was the files she had stolen earlier.

Damn, I couldn’t trust her, after all.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mya

Where was Dario?

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