His smile slips. Panic flashes behind his eyes. He tries to shrug it off, but his gaze darts to the sliding glass door like he's waiting for Rufus to burst through and rip out his throat.
"I'm here to give you a little brotherly advice," he says. "Women can't be trusted."
I toss the phone with Katerina's pictures back to him. "Is this your way of telling me that Katerina's finally gotten sick of you and she's exchanged your c**k for this mudak's? I'd be surprised, but then again... you know her exactly as well as I do."
Ilya doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the reminder of what he did with Katerina behind my back. "Who was I to deny her after she begged and pleaded for me to f**k her the way you couldn't?" He shrugs like the choice wasn't even his. "Anyway, enough of this macho bu
