I hated knowing Armand would try to put his moves on her.
“No problem boss,” I told him. “Anything elseboss?” This whole thing was growing tired to me, he could tell big time.
“Nothing,” he replied.
I stood and left him. He was watching me the whole time and continued as I went outside.
I gritted my teeth and made my way up to the coffeehouse. It was the one place in this joint where I could actually relax. It wasn’t as busy as everywhere else because people headed for the bar the same as they headed to the money.
The coffeehouse just had people like me who needed a break.
I grabbed a cappuccino and stood by the balcony looking over the city below. The coffeehouse was on the roof. It was a good thinking spot.
Last night when we got out of the chamber we decided that Ethan, Wes and the team would get started on looking through the vaults while I was here working my shifts.
They’d have to start tonight without me. Wes could take charge.
I’d set the mold for the print from last night so it would be ready for tonight.
Fuck.I wanted to be down there with them. Not working for Giovanni.
It was all shit, and not the only thing on my mind.
Jia was leaving for Europe with Armand in a handful of days.
I couldn’t believe I was actually thinking that and not planning to do something about it.
I straightened up about to move but something caught my attention on the opposite side of the building.
No, not something…
Someone.
I looked over and saw a man mirroring me, standing twenty feet away. The guy straightened up and sipped on his drink.
It took me less than a second to recognize him and I dropped my cup.
Balthazar Kane?
No… it couldn’t be.
Yet… it was.
It was!
It fucking was.
God it was him. I’d been searching the globe for him for the last five years and there he was. Right within my line of sight.
Jesus.
It was him. The asshole who killed Claire.
Adrenaline sparked inside me like a match thrown on a tank of gasoline and I moved on instinct, my brain set on default to kill the motherfucker if I ever saw him again.
However, the fucker moved away from the balcony the minute I made a run for him.
The bastard was walking though.
