Page 77 of Hot Tycoons Boxset


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Five minutes after Sarah.

I grab my jacket. “Tell Felix to take over. I’m heading out.”

“Yes, sir,” the bewildered waiter nods and jumps out of my way.

The air outside is chilly enough to bite, and I hope Sarah came in a car.

I know I could be wrong, and Dominic could have just left for no particular reason. But I know him. He stays till the late hours with his drinking buddies.

No.

He followed Sarah out.

My car is parked on the side of the building, and I hop in, dialing Agatha’s number.

“I’m busy,” she says, shortly.

“Well, this is urgent,” I tell her. “What’s the address of the woman that got hurt in my bar? Sarah?”

“Why? What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice serious.

“Agatha, just tell me. I think she’s in trouble. I’ll answer questions later,” I say tersely.

After a moment’s pause, she rattles off an address that is not exactly walking distance, but near enough to reach by car.

“Do you know if she owns a car or something?” I ask, turning the engine on.

Agatha hesitates. “Uh, yeah, I think she does. But she said something about it being in the shop.”

Fuck!

I cut the call and quickly take the shortcut that would be used by someone who is walking to that building.

It is quite dark, and I have to struggle to see anything, but after a few minutes of driving, I see three or four figures huddled around something.

Or someone.

I turn my car lights on them, making them turn to look at me. Sticking the car lock on the horn to keep it blasting, I jump out of the car.

The loud noise makes the four men scatter like deer, just as I rush out of the car.

Sarah lays on the ground.

“Oh, shit!” Reaching her in two large steps, I help her up. “What the fuck happened?”

She stumbles. “Ah, there was… They wanted – talk. My ears!”

I guide her stumbling form to the car and pull off the lock from the horn.

In the silence that follows, I give her a once over to make sure she is unharmed. Then, her behavior registers for me. “Are you drunk?”

She giggles and then sways, forcing me to catch her. “My head feels weird.”

How could she be drunk when she didn’t have anything alcoholic?

Dominic.

Rage floods my veins.

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