Page 67 of A Lethal Game of Trust

I was right.

And also very wrong.

Because Derek would have known. He wouldn’t have missed something like this. He wouldn’t have.

But we needed proof.

I rang Dom’s number because Derek, one of my two godfathers, had a hand in killing my dad.

And he was the sole man who could help me keep him in prison. If I made a move against him, if I hired anyone else, it would be obvious I knew.

It would be a risk.

I needed Dom’s help.

22

A Large Oversight

Dom

Leonie was not a crier. Other than that one time at the pub, I hadn’t seen her cry since the night her dad died. And before that, the week prior when I walked in on her having phone sex with Sam Fucking Yun.

But other than those three occasions, and her childhood tantrums, she never cried.

Once, in school, when she was seven and I was nine, she fell down the slide in the playground and her finger twisted so far back, I’d heard the snap from the football field on the other side of the gate. She hadn’t cried, just stared at it in shock. Her dad had laughed, told her she was ready to unite the Armenian, Italian and Russian mafia all under her leadership. Because she was fearless.

So when her voice broke on the phone asking if I could go to hers, I was already holding my keys.

She didn’t give details, just reassured me she was okay and told me she needed my help.At some point. But, no rush, Dom.

From the ports of Darley, I still bombed it down the motorway.

At her flat, I knocked with my fist until she opened the door. She sniffed as she saw me and I pulled her into a hug with the door still open.

“You came,” she whispered.

“You called. Of course I came.”

She nodded into my chest and we stood there for a few moments. Something horrific had happened. Something had hurt her, my little lion. Someone was responsible.

And I would tear them to shreds.

“What happened?” I murmured into her hair. Almost a kiss.

She tried to pull away, but I kept her close as we walked into the living room. Naturally, she fell onto my lap on the sofa and she wiped at her eyes before turning to me with a weak smile. “Anton… his people found something.”

I’d only just been with him and he hadn’t mentioned anything. The man was always too focused on killing.

“Like?” I asked, stroking her back.

“Like a quarter of a million pounds going into Firdman’s bank account the week my dad died.”

My strokes stopped for a second as I took that in. “That’s a large oversight.”

She leaned into me and I tucked her head under my chin.

“Derek had to know. He had to know.”