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But boy, I would unleash on Alfie Rosenhall when I had the chance. He was going to hell on earth before I sent him down there for eternity.
‘We’ll wait for him to come out, and then get him into the van in the alley,’ I said, placing the still full glass down on a nearby table. Pulling out my phone, I snapped off a few pictures of the bar.
The singer emerged a little time later, her lipstick smudged, and her hair mussed. From across the room, I could tell her eyes were dilated, her body languid.
It made me sick.
I photographed her, too. You could never tell what would come in handy.
‘Where is he?’ I said, my eyes dragging back to the door.
‘I’ll go look,’ Petros said.
He disappeared through the door, only to reappear a moment later, his shoulders bunched in agitation.
Making my way towards the front door, I met him there.
‘Gone. There’s a rear entrance. I think it must lead out to the alley.’
I was out of the door, tumbling into the street, looking wildly around the busy road.
A mass of dark hair ducked into a taxi, the door closing swiftly behind him.
‘Fuck,’ I cursed, kicking out at the wall as the car moved off.
Petros stared after the vehicle, his dark brows pulled downwards in a scowl. ‘We’ll get him, I promise.’
My chest rose in angry puffs as the car’s lights disappeared around a corner.
Enough was enough.
‘No more sneaking around. I’m going to use the one thing Alfie can’t seem to resist.’
Though, the very thought of it made my stomach turn.
‘Harriet.’ Petros’ voice twisted with tortured pity. ‘You can’t.’
‘Everyone else has used my body for their gain. Why shouldn’t I?’
Turning on my heel, I made for the van.
Filled with fury.
And determination.
THREE
ALFIE
The barman topped up my glass of red while I looked at my phone for the twentieth time in half an hour.
After a week of teasing me on the dating app, I was convinced she’d show up.
Pulling my collar out from the back of my neck, I adjusted myself on the bar stool, taking another look around the room. The hotel reeked of wealth, its marble floors stretching in every direction, reflecting the splendour of the enormous overhead chandeliers.
Vixen.
That was the name she’d given me. A taunting little vixen indeed.
