Truth
I shot a glance towards my brother as we both rested on our bikes outside the apartment, Cali shared with her roommate.
Ruin had run some checks. She lived with a woman called Layla. A friend from university. No criminal record. Not that really mattered to me. I wasn’t that much of a hypocrite. But I had wanted some checks done on her. Boyfriends and such.
Mainly I just wanted to know what kind of men were about Cali.
Jealousy?
Most definitely.
He raised his chin. “That her?”
I glanced down at the information Ruin had sent over. Namely, the make and model of the car, the roommate drove. “Yeah.” Slowly I moved away from my bike, standing in the middle of the pavement.
I knew the moment Layla saw me. Her eyes flicked for a second between Wicked and me as he stood next to the
