Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Fuck.”
I threw a towel at him. “Clean yourself up,” I replied in disgust.
“It’s not my fault, boss. She said you gave her the code to leave and that you had an agreement for one night and that was it.”
“Do I ever give anybody the fucking code? For that fucking matter, is there ever a woman up here?”
“No. So I didn’t know what to do.”
“What you do is you fucking ask me.” I paced in a circle, unable to control the venom in my veins. I’d lost her, the mysterious woman from the party that I had loathed attending. The only highlight to a brutal year. The only reason I hoped for a future. She ducked out of here like her soul would burn up for sleeping with the devil.
I paced until my blood simmered down enough to speak. I asked, “Do you know how she left here?”
“She started walking. I didn’t have anybody to follow her, but I can pull up the street cam and see where she went.”
I wanted to pull out my gun and shoot him. Then it dawned on me: that might be the reason she ran. Did she see the gun on the nightstand? Had my life spooked her? “Yeah, you better fucking do that.”
I poured myself a fucking drink and then set it down. I had to have a clear head. I needed to find out who she was and get her ass back over here where she belonged. I hoped to God she wasn’t one of my enemies.
Vasco came to join us and shook his head when he stared at Jose’s face. “You said you needed the cameras loaded for this morning. They’re ready.” He flipped the laptop around, and we had her departure. It was almost twenty minutes later, and like a damn professional, she slipped through the early hours like a damn ghost. A professional and getting away as fast as possible, and we lost her.
I thought about the hotel party, and there was another matter I had to deal with…the handsy, conspiratorial bartender. I found Vasco, and he backed away nervously after seeing what I did to the other idiot. “Where is that son of a bitch from last night?”
“In the hotel lock-up, waiting to be interrogated.” I nodded and stormed off. “May I make a suggestion, Diego?”
“What is it?” I snarled, rolling my shoulders and then my head.
“You should put some clothes on before you head out.”
I looked down and I was still in my fucking boxers. “Son of a bitch. She’s going to make me lose my mind.” He scoffed. “I know. I’m already there.”
“Just don’t kill him. Everyone saw that interaction last night. Too many interested assholes could be too costly.” I’d completely forgotten my mission last night.
“Oh, I’m not going to kill him. No, I’m going to use the little prick.” I returned to my bedroom, where I stared at my mussed-up sheets. Fury stirred in my guts as I stared at the empty bed where nothing remained. My sweet nothing disappeared, vanished as if she were just a fantastical dream. With a grunt, I turned sharply toward my closet, pulled out a change of clothes, and hopped in the shower.
It took me another ten minutes to reappear, and Vasco popped up from his seat. “We got her on camera, hopping on the subway at Forty-Second, but we don’t know which one. The place was swamped with people, and, frankly, several of them resembled her. It looked like she ditched the fur thing she was wearing and snagged a hoodie off a vendor on the street.”
“Really?” Damn, she was legit trouble and so fucking hot. The way she got away made me proud as well as confused. How the hell had she gotten past my private security? I had to get my hands on her and bring her ass back.
“Yeah. Diego, did you give her the code to the elevator?” he asked.
“She must have seen me enter it.” Although it was possible, I wasn’t sure. Still, he didn’t need to know that she got out of here on her own. No one needed to know that. I wondered if she was connected to one of my enemies.
“Let’s not worry about that right now. I need to deal with that piece of shit.”
“His name is Maurice Turner. He works at the bar owned by Tomasi.”
“Interesting.” I pressed my lips together and then slid my suit jacket on. I didn’t pack a gun on me on the off chance I’d lose control and use it. Normally I had impeccable restraint, but yesterday proved otherwise.
Vasco’s face twisted as he dropped his eyes to my belt. “It’s best I’m not carrying or I might put a bullet in his mouth.” He nodded.
“I got you.” We left the suite and then went down to the hotel lock-up for unruly guests.