78. Your Word And Mine

[TREVOR]

I didn’t get to spend long hours with Romeo Conti to get to know him as a person.

But I didn’t need long hours to know him anyway.

Because the moment he walked into the room a few hours ago, I hated him with a passion. So much so that I can’t think of anything more satisfying than treating him like a punching bag and roughening him up.

I don’t know what it is about him that annoys me so much. Maybe it’s his deep, guttural voice, or that obnoxious attitude, or perhaps that face that could use a bruise or two. Or maybe it’s simply the fact that he knows something about Lizzy and that boy, and I don’t. And I hate nothing more than secrets being kept from me. I just hate it.

Maybe that’s why my fists are clenched, and I have the desperate wish to punch him to death. But I can’t do that, not until I know what he knows, not until I find a way to stop him from meeting Vladimir, which is supposed to happen in less than an hour.

After Timmy made an appointment for him and gave him the