Page 7 of A Lethal Game of Trust
I gave a nod.
She continued, “And I’m going to kill her.”
No matter how drunk they were, you didn’t take a threat from a Belov like this with a pinch of salt. The family was rarely involved with the dodgy business anymore, but they were still feared. Their name was enough for wise people to tremble.
All Issy had to do was go out to the car park where Rocco and Andy would be watching our apartment block, request her death, and it would be done, all evidence destroyed before sunrise.
When the vibration sounded in the air, I jumped out of my skin, clutching my silent phone to my chest. It was his ringing, not mine.
“Again?” Issy groaned and went to take it from his iron grip as he rejected the call. “If she phones you one more—”
And she did. Immediately.
Issy went for the phone again, and, with a sigh, Dom released it.
His sister threw it to her ear. “Listen here, Mia, there’s a reason none of us are picking up—”
She was up and walking to her bedroom. Dom sat back in her seat, his hand over his face.
I couldn’t help but glance at him. Mia had cheated onhim? I couldn’t quite get over the news. He was the untrustworthy one, he was the fickle one. I had first-hand experience of that.
I would have expectedhimto cheat onher.
“Tough night?” I asked and made for the new bottle of wine. It was still cold, condensation dripping down the label.
As the seal cracked open, he dragged his hand down his face, eyes locked on the bottle, cocking a brow. “Tough night?” he shot back.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, the glug of wine being poured the only sound as his brow shot up an extra inch.
“Secondbottle of the night. Not quite like the Friday nights you’ve been having recently. Some might say those posts have been a quarter-life crisis.”
God, what a prick.
“You’ve been cheated on as well now,” I said, lifting my glass to him in celebration. “Welcome to the club. You’ll be as pitiful as me in a couple of weeks.”
His brows came down, eyes darkening. “Who the fuck cheated on you?”
I just shrugged. We didn’t need a repeat of the bike sheds. Not that he would care enough anymore.
He’d brutally beat up Sam Yun because of my relationship with Issy. It was only by association, not our past friendship at that point.
“Leonie. Who. The fuck.Cheated. On. You? Was it Jared?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I said and took a larger sip than usual. “I’m sorry Mia turned out to be a bitch.”
His gaze remained on me, though I busied myself with the book on my lap as if I was actually reading it.
“Those don’t suit you,” he said and nodded towards me.
I lifted the lapel of my flannel pyjama top. “These?”
He nodded, that disgusted grimace on his face. “They’re wrong on you. You didn’t buy them.”
“And how would you know that?”
“You don’t wear flannel cotton pyjamas.”
I blinked and gave a breathy laugh. “And how on earth would you know what I wear to bed?”
