Page 143 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“As if I’d put that faith in her? She didn’t care for who killed her father, she went and got fucked up instead of what she could have been,” Anton laughed, the gun in his hand flitting between Roc and me. Andy comforted Issy on the floor.
Roc kept on glancing my way, trying to get my attention. But what would I do when he got it? Give him the go-ahead to kill?
“And I bet if my girlfriend weren’t so trigger-happy, Firdman would be able to confirm the three people he was told to kill,” Dom said with a slow shake of his head, gaze finally stopping on his dad. “Firdman said everyone in the house but you, Leo. Three people. Elena, Luís andme.”
Ivan’s jaw stiffened, his eyes darkened as he glared at his brother. The ruthless Ivan Belov.
What he said was lost on me. I gripped Dom’s arm, holding onto him.
It had never been because he turned the cameras off. He wasn’t manipulated into doing that. He was… a victim himself.
If I had lost both of them that night…
Anton opened his mouth and failed to speak. His broken breathing proved everything Dom said was right.
“You’re jumping to conclusions,” he said, scowling. “You going to protect this girl who nearly just killed your dad? Overme?”
Ivan and Dom exchanged a look that I tried to unscramble. Once, Dom had called me a Belov. Then his mum had said I would become a true Belov when I married him.
I wasn’t a part of their family.
Family above everything.
Despite it all, he was their family.
I was just the girl who had been used to obtain the Castillo trade. Someone they had brought up for their own conscience while taking what was mine.
And, now, I had lost them. How Issy looked at me as she came into the room told me all I needed to know about how she felt.
Looking down at Firdman’s bleeding body, similar to my father’s… I didn’t feel sorry for him, nor guilty. I just… I’d done it, but I didn’t feel any better for it.
Maybe I’d be okay going out like this. I’d avenged my father and what would life be like now?
“I won’t give you the chance,” I heard Anton say somewhere in the room. But I wasn’t paying any attention until there was the click of him cocking Issy’s gun.
Mine was out of my hand, and two shots rang out. Two smoking guns.
Dom’s and Ivan’s.
I hadn’t even seen Dom’s dad with a gun.
Anton was on the floor, bleeding from his head and his shirt blossoming a startling red. My ears were still ringing from the twin shots when Dom dropped my gun to the floor and, from behind, wrapped his arms around me.
“He didn’t do this alone,” he said. “Dad, find those responsible if you haven’t already. I’m taking her away for a bit. Theyneed to be permanently removed by the time we’re back.”
Ivan went to speak, but Dom turned us both to face Roc cradling Issy, who wept on the floor into my guard’s chest.
“Roc,” Dom said, voice strained with the silent demand.
He nodded once.
And Dom, hands braced on my hips, guided me outside.
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