Page 63 of Heartfelt Pain
I try not to roll my eyes. “He already said he’s coming because he wants to know what the inside of Lev’s house looks like.”
“That’s fair.” Russ laughs. “Come with them. I don’t know why she’s pulling Fujimori’s into this, but maybe if you go along with it, we can figure it out.”
I chew my lip. Yelena is up to something and Russ is right to wonder. But it’s more to do with her son than anything.
I think Yelena knows a lot more than she ever lets on.
“Also I want to see what Trevino looks like,” Russ admits. “Lennie says he’s hot, so make sure to bring him along.”
“Yeah, just me and the Ghost rolling up to Lev’s house,” I mutter. Something beeps in the background so Russ gets off the line in a rush.
I’m left staring at the birthday invitation.
My phone lights up with multiple new texts from Roma. I don’t bother reading them but I do send one of my own.
Ren: My door’s unlocked. Either you get here in thirty minutes and eat me out or I’m calling someone else.
I don’t bother waiting for a reply. I strip off my clothes so he’ll find me naked in bed when he gets here.
CHAPTER 15
Ren
Maxim is in the front entry when Trevino and I arrive at Sailor’s party.
I’m fairly certain if Trevino were down for it, Abe and Ben would agree he could be their hall pass. They rode with us from the city and kept sneaking peeks at the man.
Trevino refused to let the valet take our car, so he had the driver drop us off before it drove away. He’s wearing black slacks and a gray button-down, the sleeves rolled up. He’s only out of his tactical clothes because he wants to make a good impression on the Zimins. And I can’t blame him.
I never made it here when I previously fucked Roma. He always came out to the city and now I know why. Seeing as I was a con, I’d never have made it onto the guest list.
It’s a giant monstrosity of a house. The double front door is the equivalent of a drawbridge. There’s a lot of people when we step through.
A little girl with blue fairy wings runs up to Max and clings to his legs. He runs a hand through her brown hair and I’m in disbelief that this robot of a man is an actual doting father.
“I’m surprised you came,” he admits. He nods to Ben and Abe. Then glances at Trevino. The bodyguard keeps his head up, his face professional and blank.
I hold out a gift bag. “I picked something out that I thought a two-year old would love while simultaneously annoy the shit out of you.”
Sailor giggles and Max scowls.
“There’s children here, Ren,” he scolds.
“Thank you so much.” Russet intervenes, pulling me into a hug and kissing my cheeks. “Come on, all of you, group hug.”
Abe and Ben join in. Max and Trevino stare at us like we’ve lost our minds.
“It’s called having friends.” Russet smacks a kiss on Max’s cheek and then motions for us to follow her. “Come on, there’s tons of sugar.”
“Must be your fucking nightmare,” I whisper to Max as we walk away. His eyes narrow.
“My job would be a lot easier if you stopped pissing people off,” Trevino murmurs, a half-step to my right.
“Imagine my job,” Ben tells him.
Russet eyes Trevino up. “You’re fitting right in with the group.”
He shakes his head as I say, “I don’t think so.”
