Jason stared at him. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his own face.
"You're evil."
"I'm efficient." Dom raised his glass in a mock toast toward Nicolas, who was completely oblivious, still lounging with his wine and his smug expression. "To rat-faced men with very deep pockets and very poor judgment."
Jason clinked his whiskey against Dom's glittering glass.
"To Nicolas's credit card," he agreed. "May it rest in peace."
They drank.
Across the bar, Nicolas suddenly felt a strange chill run down his spine. He glanced around, confused, then shrugged it off and returned to his wine.
Dom's grin widened.
"This," he murmured, "is almost as satisfying as actually pushing him off a cliff."
"Almost," Jason agreed.
They ordered another round.
Meanwhile, inside Bella and Leo's room, the warm amber lighting softened every edge. Bella sat carefully beside him on the bed, her focus entirely on his back as she gently lifted the edge of his shirt.
