I stared at her. “Vanessa, this isn’t funny. Do I need to ring for a medic?”
Vanessa turned her attention to me. “Relax, Captain America. She’ll just wake up with a sore head is all. Much less than she deserves.”
I groaned. “Vanessa, I’m serious. If that girl dies?—”
Vanessa leaned forward, her eyes blazing. “I’m not a fucking murderer, Enzo! I just gave her a headache; now can we drive?”
I sat back in my seat, unable to comprehend what was happening. Vanessa had assaulted that woman, and now she wanted me to drive away with her left out-cold on a restroom floor? I wasn’t that guy, and she knew it.
“We need to go back and check on her,” I declared, but Vanessa leaned over and shook her head, her hand on my arm. Her eyes burned like the whiskey she’d just drunk.
“No, we don’t. I told you. It’s just a headache.”
“Then you stay here and I’ll go inside.” I turned the car around as Vanessa yelled at me, but I ignored her. I had to make sure she was okay, homewrecker or not. If that girl died…I’d never forgive myself.
“How strong do you think I am, Enzo?” Vanessa muttered as I drove way over the speed limit. “Don’t you think I’d have known if I killed her?”
“This was too far, even for you,” I shot back. “A fucking hand dryer? It’s a solid machine!”
“I didn’t hear a crack,” Vanessa told me, still glaring at me. “You’re wasting your time. And mine.”
I ignored her as I drove back to the bar, my heart in my mouth. I was probably wrong, but fucking hell, I couldn’t rest easy until I knew how Cami was. I wouldn’t leave a stranger on the floor of a bathroom, and that’s what Cami was to me.
“You’re wasting time,” Vanessa said again, her arms folded as we pulled back up to the bar. I was half relieved not to be greeted by an ambulance or the cops, but then I panicked that no one had found her yet.
“Stay here,” I commanded, pointing at Vanessa. “I’m fucking serious—don’tmove.”
Vanessa saluted me with her middle finger, and I slammed the truck door, jogging over to the bar.
Please don’t be dead, for fuck’s sake.
I pushed open the door to the bar, seeing two girls on the stage dancing in string bikinis. Neither of them were Cami. My heart was in my mouth as I scanned the bar, but then I saw her sitting at the end of the bar.
She had a bag of ice on her head, held there by the other bartender, and she’d been crying.
But she was alive.
I turned and walked straight back out the door before anyone saw me, vowing to deal with Vanessa later.
8
VICTOR
There was a knock at Enzo’s door, and I sighed, wondering who it could be this time. I’d only been back from work for an hour, and Enzo had more regular deliveries than a restaurant. I swung the door open to see a young guy in a cap giving me a once-over.
“Are you Victor Rossi?”
Okay, maybe not a delivery for Enzo.
“Yeah?” I stared at the envelope in his hands, which he thrust into mine.
“You’ve been served.”
My stomach churned, and I had to grip the door for stability.
“Wait, what?” I called after him, but he ignored me, taking a photograph of me standing in the doorway like a fucking statue.
I stared down at the thick manila envelope with my name printed on the front, my heart thumping in my chest.
