I take a seat and decide to call Creed without waiting for him to reach out. After all, I know Tristan’s worthless passcode.
“Where are you?” the growly voice snaps. “I’ve been waiting at the office for you to come by with the cash.”
“Tristan is in the ER right now, you arrogant asshole.”
“Who is this?”
“Kirsten.”
“The DA? What the hell are you doing with Tristan’s phone?”
Wait. Tristan hasn’t told his boss, his cousin, that we’re seeing each other, that I’ve been staying with him since the night they removed the dead man from my apartment?
“I…they’re evaluating Tristan’s gunshot wounds, but he said not to worry, he’ll collect your money tomorrow.”
“He got shot?”
“Yes.”
“Let me guess, and it’s your fault?”
“How is it my fault that someone wants me dead?”
“It’s your fault that you’ve got his dick so twisted up he would risk his life for yours.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. It’s more than just sex.”
“For you maybe,” he snaps.
And just like that, one comment from the mob boss has me doubting everything.
Is it just sex for Tristan? No. No man would willingly risk his life twice just for a few fucks. Especially not that man.
“Are you jealous?” I ask the mobster. “Worried he won’t keep bending over backwards for you if he’s wrapped around my finger? He does whatever the hell you ask, and all you do is take advantage of his loyalty.”
“You’ve got some fucking nerve, woman.”
“So do you. I don’t know why Tristan would risk his life for you.”
“Well, he’s not literally taking bullets for me, is he?”
“He almost did. I could’ve shot and killed him!” When my exclamation causes heads to turn my way in the quiet waiting room, I get up and walk out the automatic doors to continue our conversation outside, ignoring the slight dizziness.
“What are you talking about?” Creed asks with a heavy sigh.
“When I woke up with Tristan in my apartment, naked in my bed with me, I held him at gunpoint,” I explain. “He did that for you and Andre. He risked his life to get the charges dropped.”
“But you didn’t shoot him.”
“I could have!” I don’t mention that he’d removed all the bullets before he felt confident enough to be a cocky jackass.
“You didn’t, so it’s a moot point.”
“Are you going to come to the hospital and see your injured cousin or not?”
“I’m already on the way, you snobby bitch.”
I scoff at his insult.
