Fuck a duck.
“I don’t like people showing up unexpectedly,” I replied. “What do you want, Trent?”
“I expect regular updates,” he snapped back at me.
“Well, I didn’t see that in the fucking contract!” I yelled at him. “As I recall, my instructions were to get you something on Gavino Greco that could put him away. That’s going to take some fucking time, so get off my dick!”
“Listen, you little shit,” Trent growled. “You need to remember who is calling the shots here. If I don’t think you’re performing up to standards, I’ll pull this deal, and your ass goes straight back to jail. Considering you’ve already put a couple of Moretti’s guys in the river, I don’t think he’ll be inclined to help you out. He’d probably be more inclined to take it out on that pretty little brunette’s cunt.”
I tightened my fingers around the phone still in my hand, tight enough to make my knuckles go white. My teeth crushed against each other, and my eyes began to burn behind their lids. I barely stopped myself from killing him right then and there.
“Don’t say another fucking word about her,” I hissed through my teeth.
“Hey, bitch!” he yelled out, still smiling. “Maybe you ought to check into the asshole you’re living with!”
I stepped closer and shoved him farther into the hallway.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” I warned.
“Sore spot, huh?” I could see the laughter in his eyes. “Is she nice and tight on your cock, huh? Don’t wanna share? Then you better fucking listen to me.”
“Don’t push me,” I warned. It was taking everything in my power just to control my breathing and not crush the phone at the same time. “I said I’d do what you wanted, but don’t fucking push me.”
“I want updates,” Trent repeated. “I’m assuming those two dead bodies got you into Greco’s outfit?”
“Not yet confirmed,” I replied, “but that should do it.”
“You tell me when you’re in,” he ordered. “Tell me immediately.”
He turned around and stomped down the hall to the elevator. I slammed the door shut and then threw the phone across the room, shattering it against the wall.
How the fuck did he figure out where we were, anyway?
“What was that?” Lia asked as she came out of the bedroom and looked at the phone debris on the floor next to the wall. “What happened to the phone?”
“I dunno,” I snapped back at her. “Maybe there’s a problem with the fucking battery.”
“You’re resorting to sarcasm?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
“Only when you insist on asking stupid-ass questions.”
Lia’s eyes blazed, and she placed her hands on her hips as she started in on me again.
“I’m sorry if smashing phones and threatening the neighbors is something that’s so commonplace with you, but it’s still a bit of a shock for me. I suppose I should also get used to having to lie for you as well? Do I need to learn to use a gun in case I need to kill for you?”
“Now who’s fucking sarcastic?”
“Am I?” Lia fumed. “I don’t know. I have no idea what you expect from me!”
I didn’t know either, but I wasn’t about to say it. I stomped past her and into the bedroom. Eating was no longer important, and I just wanted the day to end. Lia continued to go on, but I stopped listening to her as I stripped off my clothes and stepped into the shower while she was in mid sentence.
The hot water didn’t improve my mood.
Lia was sitting on the edge of the bed when I walked out wearing just a towel around my waist. Before she had a chance to say anything, I flipped on my electric toothbrush and acted like I couldn’t hear her. Unfortunately, that activity didn’t last very long, and when I turned around, she had her arms folded across her chest and her eyes focused right on me.
I marched out of the room and poured myself a scotch on the rocks before going back to the bedroom. Attempting to ignore Lia’s glaring eyes, I stared out the window and sipped the drink. After a minute, I glanced back to her, but she was still obviously pissed.
“You done with the avoidance tactics?”