Lila looked at me gratefully. “Thank you. You have no idea how surprised I was when they turned up here this morning. I thought I’d gotten away with it.”
I shifted in my seat and sipped my hot coffee. Damn, it was bitter. “I bet! What happened?”
So, Lila told me how she went to the bar I’d told her about, how she’d caught Cami tossing out trash. How she’d smacked her in the nose and kicked her in the lady junk.
I couldn’t stop laughing at that.
“For real? Girl, that would be fucking painful.” I cackled with glee, wishing I could have seen it. “So, did someone see thishappen, or…” I raised an eyebrow and waited, wondering how she’d gotten caught.
Lila shrugged. “There weren’t any cameras or anything. I told her I was his wife though, so she must only be fucking one married man right now to know who I was.” Lila forced a smile, but I could see the fresh devastation in her eyes.
“Honey,” I said softly. “I bet he hasn’t even seen her since you found out.”
Lila scoffed. “I bet he has. Have you seen her? God. She was beautiful. Dirty, but beautiful.”
“Lila. No,” I responded, shaking my head. “She’s a homewrecker. Homewreckers aren’t beautiful; they’re scummy. Ew. I’m surprised when you kicked her in the lady junk, you didn’t get infected.”
Lila froze, looking up at me. “Oh my…do you think she gave Victor STDs?”
“Hopefully,” I remarked with a smirk. “I’m sure he wore protection. She’s a stripper!”
Lila turned away, her brow furrowed.
A stab of guilt hit me in my chest, and I reached out for her. “I’m sorry. Let’s talk about something else.”
Lila exhaled, then gulped down some coffee, looking like she was bracing herself to tell me something else.
“Oh god, what now?” I whispered.
Lila looked at me, then back at the table, her fingers tracing a pattern only she could see. She was buying time.
Fucking hell, what has she done?
“I torched Victor's truck.” Her words came out in a rush, and my mouth fell open.
Who the fuck was this woman?
Shetorched his fucking truck?
I didn’t know what to say. So, I sat there gaping at her.
“Say something,” Lila whispered, her eyes tired. “I know he’s your brother and you’re probably mad at me?—”
“No,” I interrupted her once I’d found my voice, shaking my head. “No. If it were any other man, I’d be supporting everything you’re doing. So I’m treating him the same. I’m just so fucking sorry he made you so…” My words trailed off, and she watched me, fiercely dependent on my next choice of words. “Badass.”
I grinned at her even though I did feel bad for my brother. Just a tiny bit. But my best friend had had to watch a video of him fucking another woman.
He could pay for the rest of his life as far as I was concerned.
“Badass?” Lila arched her brow and hummed. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I scoffed. “You torched his truck. You smacked the whore. You changed the locks and demanded a divorce. I’d say you’re pretty fucking badass, Lila.”
Lila smiled a little, and it changed her whole face. “It did feel good.”
“I bet!”
“When he came out of Enzo’s, I told him to call the fire department,” Lila added with a chuckle.
