Page 50 of Heartfelt Pain
Roma’s too busy playing a staring game with Trevino.
“Weapons?” Trevino asks.
Roma snorts. It’s just like when he scared that guy away at Hartright. He doesn’t give a fuck about Trevino and it’s obvious.
But I like Trevino so I ask, “Do you have any?”
Brown eyes meet mine. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s annoyed with me. Again.
“I’m Roma Zimin.” He holds out a hand. “You?”
“Trevino.” He doesn’t take the offered handshake.
“You got a first name?”
“The Ghost,” I say right as he announces, “Tristan.”
Trevino cuts his gaze toward me.
“He’d figure it out soon enough,” I defend.
“You’re taking meetings with clients in your apartment now?” Roma asks me.
Trevino holds up a finger, silently telling Roma to give us a minute. Then he shuts the door in his face and turns to me. “This man is arrogant and annoying.”
“I feel like some people would describe you the same way.”
“You really want to let him into your apartment?”
“Do you have a younger sister by any chance? Because you’re giving off very strong big brother vibes.”
“Which you’re not going to pay attention to at all.”
I smile up at him as my hand reaches out to open the door again. “I’ve got a sheet mask left if you want to use it,” I tell Roma.
“Why is the Ghost in your apartment?” he asks as he passes by. His chest is so close I brush against the material of his jacket.
“He’s my new bodyguard,” I say, not wanting to go into the details.
“You think I’m going to need one too?”
I pause by the coffee table, where the pizza box is. “So your dad told you?”
“She tell you about the masked guy last night?” Roma asks Trevino.
The bodyguard remains rigid by the end of the couch. I’ve always thought my apartment had a decent amount of space, but the two large men are eating up a lot of it.
“Yes,” he confirms. “But I’d love to get your version of events.”
“I think we could do that later.” I sink onto the end of the couch and toss a blanket over my pajama shorts.
“You don’t by any chance know the masked guy?” Roma asks.
“Because I know all masked perps?” Trevino replies.
“I didn’t know if you guys have a club or something.”
“Trevino wouldn’t hang out with someone as stupid as the guy from last night,” I defend. “Now both of you knock it off.”
