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“I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
When I end the call, Vicente takes it from me and shuts it off. “Perfect. See? Now we don’t have anything to worry about.”
He gets up and grabs something from his desk before making a call on his own phone. “Yeah. We’re good. About to leave now. Let’s meet up tomorrow and we’ll go over everything. Is Kyler overseeing the club? We need someone up there checking on how everything’s going. I’m gonna need Gabe or Rey for something fairly long term soon. Who’s most available? Okay. Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Once he’s off the phone, he gestures for me to stand up and I fall in next to him as we leave the office. I look to the left, where the murder took place, but he doesn’t spare it a glance, turning right and heading toward the elevator.
I don’t see anything, of course, but I hear the sound of people moving around in there, cleaning up his mess.
We don’t leave the same way we came, because even though he washed up and changed his shirt, blood still covers his pants and shoes, and it would raise a lot of eyebrows to see him like that. The elevator takes us up one level, but we never enter the main part of the club, instead finding a back door that deposits us behind the massive building. Vicente texts someone on his phone and just a couple minutes later, his driver pulls up.
Vicente opens the door for me before getting in on his side. “My place in Clover,” he tells his driver.
“Yes, sir.”
ChapterNine
Within ten minutes of leaving the club, everything hits me at once and my body decides its best to just shut down. I sleep the rest of the way, only waking when I feel hands on my body, attempting to pull me from my seat.
“What?” I exclaim, jolting out of my sleep. “Oh.” I relax a little when I realize what’s happening.
“We’re here.”
“I can walk,” I say, slipping my feet back in my heels.
He stands back, allowing me to get out of the car on my own. I step into the cool air, following him as he makes his way inside a building that towers over the ones next to it. The doorman nods at him as we enter, and we quietly make our way through the silent lobby until we reach the elevators.
He presses the number fifty on the panel, and we ride in silence all the way up. When he opens the door to his condo, my heels click-clack across the floor of his entryway.
“You can put your shoes and purse here,” he says, turning to the right and opening the door of a walk-in closet.
I didn’t even know walk-in closets existed outside bedrooms.
As I put my things away, Vicente speaks to someone just outside my view.
“We’ll have a guest in the second bedroom tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” a woman’s voice replies before her footsteps retreat.
When I emerge from the closet, I watch as Vicente begins removing his shoes and stripping down to his boxers. He carries everything in the opposite direction, walking through the kitchen until he gets to his laundry facilities. From my place in the foyer, I observe him as he dumps everything into a basket before strolling back toward me half naked.
The chef's kitchen is fitted with top of the line appliances, making me jealous that he has this knowing damn well he doesn’t even cook. When he passes me, he gestures at me with two fingers to follow, so I take in the rest of the place as I do. There’s a smaller room in front of the kitchen, fitted with a table and four chairs. Next to that is an expansive living room, designed similarly to his office—modern, sleek, and simple. The windows take up most of the outer walls, showcasing the most incredible views of the city I’ve ever seen. I want to stand and just gaze outside for hours, but Vicente moves quickly.
There’s plenty of areas I don’t get to see, because he’s on a mission to deposit me into a free room, passing a bathroom, and what I think is an office. He turns right, leading me through a hallway that has a few more doors.
“You’ll stay here. There’s a connected bathroom,” he says, gesturing toward a door on the left of us. “Anything you could need is in there already. I’ll have someone bring something for you to change into. You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen but know that the door is fixed with an alarm and cameras monitor every room. I will know if you think about leaving at any time.”
“I don’t even know where I am. Why would I try to leave?”
“That’s settled then.” He turns and walks out.
“Wait.”
His face comes back into view as he steps into the doorway. “Yes?”
“I still have some questions.”
