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The other part remembers his own instructions about taking our little kidnap victim away for a few days. And contacting no one.
Not even him.
Not even my own father.
The head of my family.
But seriously. What the actual fuck is he doing here?
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Jasmine
I wash my hands, feeling like a nap wouldn’t be such a crazy idea, but I’m startled when I walk back out to the lounge to find Rocco so worked up.
Hissing whispers at me, signaling like a maniac for me to get into the bedroom.
In a panic, I just do what he says. My nap idea is long gone as it dawns on me. I might never sleep again if I keep getting startled like this.
One minute we’re snuggled up close, just how I like it, and the next, we’re being hounded again, or so Rocco thinks.
What now? Another old woman following us?
Or is it another tray of food?
Cut the cloak and dagger stuff, Rocco. Let’s just go lie down, please.
But the sound of voices, rough sounding male voices in the hallway, have me zipping my lips.
Rocco’s not playing around anymore either, and I hear the click of his gun cocking long before he opens the door to our suite.
I hear the door click, and then….
Nothing.
Like, literally, I can’t hear a damned thing.
I stand as still and as quiet as I can, but after what feels like a lifetime of not knowing, I have to do it. I peek out through a crack in the door once I edge it open a quarter inch.
I’m on tippy-toes, my heart pounding in my chest the entire time.
But I only see the open suite door and empty hallway.
When I take my first steps out of the bedroom, I’m reminded of just how clumsy and loud I am most of the time.
My weight on the floor makes an old board creak loudly, even from under the luxury carpet.
But in true Jasmine style, I have to make a sound and then startle myself, knocking a huge vase of silk flowers off the table with my big ass.
I can’t help it and make a dull moaning noise, sounding like a wounded animal.
But still….
Nothing. Not a god damned thing happens.
It’s not until I get up the courage to actually go out into the hall that I can see it’s empty for myself.
There’s the slight sound of low voices, but it could be from the room across the hall or my imagination.
