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He wants me as much as I need him, yet why isn’t he here?
He would have been alerted that I left. He let me catch this flight.
Opening my luggage on the enormous bed, I reach in and feel the smooth fabric of my black dress and matching heels. If I’m in Vegas for however long, I deserve a break. I’m not sure I’ll ever be allowed to step foot in New York again, so this better be worth it for answers.
I’m not stupid enough to start strolling the streets of Vegas this late at night, so it looks like I’m heading to the bar.
Maybe there I might be able to clear my head and work out my next move.
23
FRANKIE
I pick up the call and stop in my tracks when I hear a Russian accent coming through the speaker.
“Frankie, how serious were you about killing anyone who touches her?”
My fingers squeeze the phone and I let out a breath.
“Deadly,” I reply, anger now rippling through my veins. “Show me.”
“Umm, okay.”
A few moments later, a picture comes through and for the first time I can remember, jealousy hits me. I shake my head, looking at her in that tight black dress, the ink running down her arm. I can see the smile on her red lips. That should be for me.
As I zoom in, I see that asshole’s hand on her lower back. Even from a picture, I can see she is doing this for one reason and one reason only.
To get at me.
I can see her side eying Nikolai. She knows. Of course she does. My girl isn’t stupid; she knows how to watch.
“Let her have her fun, but he goes. I’ll be there shortly.”
I cut the call, dialing Enzo before the line even fully silences. “Get the jet ready now.”
I sit in the driver's seat, with Grayson in the passenger seat, and Jax and Kai in the back.
“What did he want?” Grayson’s eyebrows shoot up.
I chose to withhold the information about Zara for now.
“Change of plan. We are heading to Vegas,” I say, turning on the ignition.
Grayson grunts, the sound punctuating the tense atmosphere.
"Let me reach out to Maddie," he says, pulling out his phone.
“You do that.”
“She’s going to be fuming at you, boss,” Jax calls out from the back and I shoot him a look through the rearview mirror.
“Trust me, if anyone is furious, it’s me.”
24
ZARA
I signal the bartender for another Bloody Mary, adding to the collection of empty glasses in front of me. Somehow, I’m not even feeling tipsy yet. And I need it if I have to put up with any more of Paul’s boring business chat.
