“But if he was one of Dante’s boys you really did do him a favour. I’ve heard some rather chilling stories on that score.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? He tricked me into believing that he cared for me to persuade me to pay his debts, set him up in rooms, and bring him into my life.” Tristan lowered his voice as it was beginning to rise. He looked around but no-one appeared to be paying them any attention. “He betrayed my trust, he betrayed my feelings for him…He lied to me,” he hissed.
Alfie’s gaze was steady. “What did he lie about?”
Tristan scowled. “Well, he…he told me he was leaving Dante’s. He was covered in bruises he had been beaten so badly and I said I would help.”
“You saw the bruises?”