Lavender:
“Why are you looking at me like that? Thinking about calling the cops on me?” Igor jumped on the bed, one leg bent and his knee up as he moved it sideways, holding his phone in his hand.
“You’re not staying here anymore,” I decided, while he only cocked his head to mock me.
“I’m serious. I’m calling your brother and telling him what you’re doing here,” I warned him, and only then did his smirk fade.
But his words sent chills down my spine.
“What makes you think he doesn’t know? Haven’t you seen how he acts when someone crosses him?”
“Mathew crossed you? You don’t even know him, and he’s never even met you. The only reason you hurt him was because you wanted to hurt me,” I didn’t mean it literally, but of course I felt bad for what he did to Mathew.
“Ohhhh, so you’re hurt because he’s hurt,” Igor pouted. “Such a sad love story. Like Romeo and Juliet,” he taunted.
“Not now. I’m done with this. If I ever gave answers to Nikon, I’ll definitely never do the same for you. So leave
