Seven

Chapter 65

SEVEN'S POV

I pull the car up slightly further down the road from where the taxi van stops. Waiting and watching patiently as passenger after passenger piles out. I wipe at the corners of my eyes, riding myself of the sleep that has built up over my short nap in my car outside Lily's flat. Thank god I woke up in time to see Mesha hoping into the taxi and it driving off.

I know she's in there too. At least I hope she is otherwise I've followed this party bus for twenty minutes for no reason. A tall as fuck guy gets out the van with a short brunette in a pink dress hanging off him. I recognise him as one of the guys from the cafe this morning. I can practically hear the girl talking his ear off from here but the guy looks as disinterested as a atheist in church.

Mesha hops out next and when she looks back into the van I hold my breath. A long, slender leg with strapped black stilettos juts out the van first. Then familiar blonde hair falls over her face and shoulder as she leans out. It's like she's moving in slow motion, my heart is thudding just as fast as it was this morning in the coffee shop if not faster. My palms begin to slick against the steering wheel and I drop them to my knees to dry them off against my jeans as she fully exits the taxi van.

Lilianna looks incredible - of course she fucking does. Her black dress clings to her body, a high slit up her thigh and a low collar on her dress showing off her chest and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I push myself back into the seat, biting my bottom lip at the extraordinary sight of her. Lilianna smiles brightly at Mesha, lighting up the darkening evening. She's a sunrise dressed like dusk in that black dress. Her smile continues as she turns back to someone else in the van that she holds her hand out to.

My stomach tightens as a blonde guy dressed in white takes her hand and gets out the van too. I recognise him immediately. This stranger has tortured my mind with the image Victor presented me of him kissing the girl I'm in love with.

Ice shoots through my veins as she laughs while smiling up at him. My head flies back into the headrest in vexation about the way she's looking at him. I knew this would be a possibility, I had prepared myself for the sight of her with another guy. But no matter how many times I pictured it in my mind seeing it in person still hurts.

So she has been seeing this blonde guy? Is he her boyfriend? I remember her telling me she had never had a boyfriend before, but I guess she lied. A frustrated breath blows from my nose in an attempt to calm the jealousy and anger bubbling inside me. It's not my business if she has had a boyfriend the entire time, but it is my business to find out why she lied to me about it and about everything else.

Picking at the torn skin around my thumb nail, I watch her and the group walk towards the entrance of the nightclub. Noticing how Lilianna drops the guys hand a few steps into walking. He walks a bit further behind with others as Lily and Mesha link arms instead.

Apart from the guy nothing else that Victor claimed has checked out. My surveillance on Sergey has drawn nothing to my attention. The man has become slightly recluse since his sons death, I noticed he drinks a lot now and is in no way a threat to anyone but a bottle of scotch.

In the short time I've been following Lily there hasn't been anything suspicious about her comings and going's. If anything she's fully submerged herself in to a normal student life. She studies a shit load, walks the few blocks to her classes at the campus, runs around the block in the mornings, orders most of her meals and goes out to night clubs. This is not the life I'd think for someone who were to be a spy for a rival gang, plotting some extravagant revenge against me.

I watch as Lilianna and her friends cut the line and disappear into the club. I shouldn't follow her, it'll be too risky and she'll see me. Or worse, Mesha will catch me and have my balls for it. But I can't stop myself from wondering all the things that might be happening inside the dark club. Is she dancing with him? Are their bodies grinding against each other to the music? Is he kissing those intoxicating full lips of hers?