*Sephie*
We were all somewhat impatient to get news from the cell phone Viktor gave to Ms. Jackson the next day. Finally, Viktor started to get info in the afternoon. He checked the number that she called. “It’s Trino’s Martin,” he said. “She called him. They talked for two minutes.”
“I’m impressed she memorized his number, not gonna lie. Did not expect that amount of brain capacity from her,” I said.
Adrik exhaled loudly. “Trino is not going to be happy about this,” he said.
Misha’s phone beeped. He checked the message, laughing as he read it. “Oh, our lives are about to get so entertaining. Ms. Jackson said Giana stole the phone. She thanked us for giving her an extra one.”
“Isn’t that bad, though? Like won’t she figure out it’s not Ms. Jackson’s phone now that she has it?” I asked.
“Clearly you need to reduce your brain capacity expectations once more,” Ivan said.
“Fair. Totally fair.” I said, laughing.
“She’s texting him now,” Viktor said. “They’re talking about the plan to rob Armando, it looks like. He said the plan can still go on and will be even easier now that we have Armando. So far, no mention of getting her from the building.” His phone beeped again. He looked at the message, but got up and handed me the phone. “She’s texting him in Italian now.”
I looked at the text, confused as to why she would be texting him in Italian. As I read through the text, I could feel my cheeks flush. “Oh. My. I know why Martin is willing to risk his life for this crazy bitch now. She’s got sexting down to a fucking art. Jesus, if nothing else works out for her, she can get a job as a phone sex operator.” I read through the rest of the text. “Wow. She really puts it all out there. In graphic detail.”
“Gross,” Misha said. “Although I would want to know what she was saying if it were anybody but Giana. Damn this hatred I have for her!”
“He might be in love with her,” I said as he responded to her very graphic text. “Oh. Oh! Something happened at the island house. He says he thinks about that night constantly.”
“When could anything happen? We were there for only one night and we all saw her with Armando at the club,” Andrei asked.
“You guys left before Armando got drunk off his ass though,” Stephen said. “Maybe he passed out when they got back to the house, which gave her the chance to sneak off with Martin.”
“He told us that she was the one that got drunk off her ass,” I said, somewhat surprised.
“She might’ve been, but she holds her liquor better than he does from what I saw. She had to help him out of the club,” Stephen said.
“Did you see her leave with him?” Viktor asked.
“They left the club together. What happened outside the club, I don’t know. She might’ve sent him back to the house and she left with Martin. I didn’t follow them outside to see,” Stephen said.
I felt myself getting angry at all the lies that Armando had told us. This one didn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things, but I still felt myself getting angry at just how easy it had been for him to make up a complete alternate reality in front of us. Adrik’s warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, his thumb rubbing my bare skin lightly. He pressed his cheek gently to my neck, kissing my neck lightly. “I know, solnishko. It makes me angry too,” he said quietly.
I leaned back against him, taking a deep breath. I grabbed his arms and pulled them around my waist. “You’re getting so much better at that,” I said, kissing his cheek.
Viktor’s phone beeped once more. I looked at it, reading the latest message. “Aww, that’s all for tonight, gentlemen. She says the only charger she can find won’t work on this phone so she’s going to turn it off until she can lift a charger from Ms. Jackson. Rude,” I said.
“You called it, princess. Serial user,” Ivan said, laughing.
Viktor sighed. “So, let’s assume that they’re going to steal the artwork from Armando’s house, since that’s really all they can get to. I’m sure there’s more stuff of value there, but the artwork is the main thing. Artwork is really hard to move as far as stolen items go. They’re not going to finance much with that loot.”
“What are Martin’s finances like? I know Trino’s wealthy and has legitimate businesses, but what about Martin?” I asked.
“From what I know, Martin is doing fine financially. He’s not quite the businessman that Trino is, but he has his own investments that allow him to live quite comfortably, plus whatever Trino pays him,” Adrik said.
“This still doesn’t make complete sense to my brain. Why would he risk so much for her? Can one woman be that good in bed? Legitimate question, by the way. I really want to know,” I said.
Adrik laughed, holding me tighter. “I’m not the one you should be asking that question to, my love. I would risk everything for you.”
“You guys don’t count,” Ivan said.
“It’s not about Giana, I don’t think. I think she’s an excuse,” Stephen said.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I could always count on Stephen to fill in the psychological gaps for me.
“Martin likely hasn’t been happy with Trino, for whatever reason, for some time. It’s only just now coming to a head. He’s using Giana as the excuse he needs to finally make a move. It just so happens that he can feel like the white knight coming to her rescue if he risks everything to get her safely away from Armando. That cancels out whatever guilt he feels for leaving Trino for whatever trivial reason he has,” he said.
“The user is getting used. That’s somewhat satisfying,” I said.
“Are you going to wait to tell Trino?” Ivan asked Adrik.
“Let’s give them more time to see what they give us. You know what kind of temper Trino has. He might not be able to sit on this one if we tell him too early. With his guys’ loyalty already in question, it puts him in a dangerous position,” Adrik said.
“Shit. I didn’t think about that,” I said. “His guys might side with Martin and help him overthrow Trino. Giana definitely isn’t as weird as me, although it could be argued that she’s definitely put some kind of spell on Martin. Shit, shit, shit.”
“Boobies, am I right?” Stephen said, completely straight-faced. Everyone erupted into laughter.