He hadn’t looked at her that closely, so that he might have confused her with a girl with similar features. I won’t believe him until I see proof. Besides, she was booked in with me for her next gym session, and I got the impression she wasn’t overly enthused about exercise.
A pic came through, and it was definitely her on a spin cycle red-faced with her thick black hair pulled into a tight ponytail, forehead shimmering from sweat. She looked fucking hot to me. I’d slip my cock between her sweaty tits, no problem, slipping and sliding away.
“What’s so funny?” Lev snarled over the buzzing drill.
I hadn’t realized I was smiling, but she had a way to bring it out like a bucket of sunshine, except she made me smile by being nasty and feisty.
“I got a location,” I told him, still holding the crowbar and eager to test its strength on the clone. “We achieved our purpose, so let the clone go. And he can go running back to mommy Yorkie and the other lapdogs.”
“So sad,” Lev said sarcastically, as he sped up the drill, then tapped the clone on his forearm. This made the clone flinch, drawing a small gash that bled slightly.
“Inbred retard,” he fought back, checking the fresh wound.
“Inbred?” Lev questioned, smirking. “Pretty sure I’m not. You, on the other hand, might be a different story.”
“Your great-granddaddy fucked you over,” he hissed as he got to his feet to leave. “Hated you so much that he refused to leave an inheritance.”
“Fuck off, now, Yorkie,” I demanded, raising my voice, knowing what would happen if he pushed it too far with Lev. My hand clasped Lev’s arm, stopping him from propelling across the room to beat the living shit out of the clone. “It’s not worth it, Lev. Leave it.”
He cooled his shit quickly, then waited until James was gone before arguing, “Ashthorn was long before I came along.”
“Yeah, we know, Lev, just leave it,” I stressed, then showed him the pic of Stabby Addie in the gym, and it immediately calmed him. But I saw something else in him when I looked at her on the bike, a sparkle in his eye, a change in demeanor, and it crossed my mind that maybe he broke the rules and touched her.
He took the drill piece out of the drill and slipped it into his pocket, then turned his back on me so I couldn’t see the guilt in his eyes. “I gotta go,” he mumbled, deflated, and I knew it had nothing to do with what the clone said, but something else.
“Lev,” I called him just as he was about to disappear out of sight. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, then pointed his thumb behind him. “I don’t give a fuck what he says.”
“I know,” I agreed honestly as he didn’t care enough about the Yorks to worry about their opinions of him. “But is everything alright with the Boleyn girl?”
He frowned in confusion, then swallowed, dropping his gaze to the floor, which sometimes was a sign of guilt. But what was he guilty of? “What do you mean?”
“Like,” I paused to consider my words, “Are you still okay with our plans?”
“Yeah,” he replied, annoyed, tensing up. “How many times do you have to ask?”
“Alright, alright,” I held up my hand to warn him that I wasn’t trying to piss him off. “How did it go with the police interview?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fine. Nothing unpredictable.”
“You know we have to mess up the Boleyn so she doesn’t say anything, right?” I reminded him.
“Yeah,” he grunted, then added, “What do you mean mess her up? We’re not going to hurt her, are we? I mean…leaving a dead rat in her room was one thing, but physically harming her was another.”
“I didn’t intend to hurt her physically. Just scaring her into silence should suffice," I clarified, “but if she refuses to listen, then..."
“She will,” he exhaled self-assuredly. “She’ll listen.”
“Are you sure?” I pressed, combing my fingers through my hair.
“Yeah, she’s not stupid,” he resigned with growing impatience. “I gotta go to class.”
“K.” I let him turn to leave, and when he was out of sight, I added, “She gets under your skin, doesn’t she?”
There was no response, and I wasn’t sure if he had heard, so I grabbed my bag and moved into the empty corridor. Lev’s dark silhouette was headed toward the exit and reflected in the glass doors. He looked back and said, “Yeah, she does,” then vanished.
I headed in the opposite direction toward the business school for my next class, Finance, in the Elm Building, where Adina would be. I took my time to arrive so I wouldn’t be early, thensat in the business school library for ten minutes before going to Dirty ol Deano’s class on the top floor.
