I nod, knowing that’s not far from here. “Do you have a number for him?”
She smirks as her eyes hold mine. “Don’t you want my number?”
I lick my lips; it would be so easy… stop it. “Not really,” I reply. “I’m here on work.”
She raises her brow in disappointment.
“Can I have the number?” I ask.
“Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh.
What?
She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red.
Uncontrollable fucking red.
Camilla comes back and passes me a card:
BIG AL
0436990135
I fake a smile and take the card from her. “Thanks.” I stuff it in my pocket. I glance back and see Rosh and the guy now has his arms around her. “I will be back,” I snap, and before I can help myself, I’m marching over to the table.
“Get your fucking hands off her.”
“Hey.” The men all laugh. “Calm down, brother.”
I reach over and grab her by the arm and drag her across the table, sending one of the drinks flying. “Get outside,” I snap.
“I’m staying here,” she replies.
“The hell you are.” I push her in the back toward the door and she stumbles forward.
“Don’t touch me,” she yells.
“I will fucking touch you when I want.” I push her again and she shuffles forward.
We burst through the front doors and out onto the street and stumble down the road a bit.
“What is your fucking problem?” I yell.
“You!” She screams. “You are my fucking problem!” She folds her arms in front of her. “I know you have the diamonds, asshole. You can stop lying.”
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Rosh.
My heart is hammering hard as we stand on the sidewalk. “I… I can’t believe I trusted you.” I stammer through tears.
His face screws up. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence!” I scream as I lose the small amount of control that I had.
“Don’t flatter yourself because you don’t have any.”
He has got to be kidding. Who the hell does this dick think he is? “That’s it, I’m done.” I turn and storm up the road.