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The way his voice changes has me a bit concerned. Eggsy isn’t talking like a dog with his tail between his legs. He’s talking with genuine concern.
“What the fuck is going on, Eggsy?”
I’m really hoping that it’s just him being melodramatic right now.
“Look, whatever the fuck happened last night has got the city talking.”
“Well, it was a wild time, mate.”
“Yeah, but your wild time has the Thai mafia asking around for her, too. I’m not the only one who’s trying to track her down right now, Lock.”
Oh, fuck me sideways.
Up until now, I was pretty sure that I would be able to salvage the day.
I got clothes.
I got a replacement phone.
I’m married to the woman of my dreams, even if she doesn’t remember.
All I really needed to do was help her remember everything and then we could set sail to the calm open waters of matrimony and incredible fucking sex.
Now I have to save her perfectly shaped ass from the fucking mafia.
I won’t lie. We—or rather she—had it coming after last night. But I thought for sure that we’d be able to get out of the city long before any of this would come up.
“Don’t worry, Eggsy. I got this covered.”
“What do you mean you—”
I hang up on Eggsy.
There is no fucking way that Sammi and her friends would be that stupid to go all the way back to that gambling den.
There’s a sharp pain in my ass.
I nearly jump out of my flats, and I turn around to see what the fuck happened.
This tiny lady with a wooden cane is looking at me like she wants to eat me with curry and rice noodles. She’s smiling like she just witnessed the rising of Jesus.
“Can I help you?”
The woman pulls a twenty baht sheet from her purse and sticks it into the waist of my MC Hammer pants.
“You have an ass like that cute Thor actor.”
She’s giggling and walking away; leaving me standing here with a dumbfounded look on my face.
I pull the green slip of paper from my waistband and put it in my pocket.
I look over my shoulder and twist my body so that I can see my ass in these pants.
Pffft. I’m totally hotter than Chris Hemsworth.
And my ass is definitely better.
But I don’t really have time to stand around and admire my figure.
As much as I want to believe that Sammi and her people aren’t that stupid—and I really want to believe it—I know that they are. There is no way that they aren’t going back there.
I hand over what I owe for the clothes.
He smiles and tells me to get lost.
A true salesman if I’ve ever met one.
I need to find the nearest tuk tuk so I can get back to that gambling den before Sammi and her people do. There’s no telling what the mafia will fucking do to her if I don’t get there first.
