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“You might be waiting a long time then,” she told him, but she had kind eyes when she said it.
“Alright. What’s his name? Who am I dueling?”
“Dueling? What is this? The seventeenth century?” Lula asked.
“He’s not worthy of you, whoever he is.”
“My imaginary boyfriend?” Lula asked, rolling her eyes. “He leaves me in peace,” she said.
“Oh, but you deserve better than peace. Adoration. Adventure.”
“There’s nothing better than peace,” Lula countered, finally pulling her hand free. “I have work,” she said, giving him a smile that wasn’t as warm as it had been, then turning and walking into the back.
“She loves me,” Raff declared, taking the drink I offered him. “She just doesn’t know it yet.”
He said it with such conviction that I almost believed him as he turned to go back to his party.
I pretended not to notice him.
Slash.
But of course I did.
I swear I could tell when the man was in the room even without actually seeing him. It was like his presence charged the air. Or like there was just some sort of string connecting the two of us, tugging a bit when he was in close proximity.
Which sounded cheesy and romantic and nothing at all like our arrangement was, but it was the truth nonetheless.
We hadn’t hooked up since that last time in the hotel after finding the first batch of drugs at my door.
And that whole inviting him to stay afterward nightmare.
What had I been thinking?
Ugh.
“Nyx,” Chet called, making me realize he was still watching me.
“I’m fine. Good,” I corrected, knowing any man in his right mind knew that no woman was everfine. “I’ve just had a rough couple of days,” I told him. “It will blow over. It always does.”
Except, of course, that I’d never been potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt to the fucking Bulgarian crime organization.
It was my own fault.
I mean, I’d panicked.
Putting the drugs in a public space.
I mean, seriously.
I should have stopped, given it two actual moments of consideration, and come up with literally any other plan than the one I had.
True, the sheds were really just a dumping ground. But they weren’t locked. Anyone could mosey into there and look around for stuff to take.
And then luck upon several kilos of very profitable drugs.
I was not a stupid person. But fear could make a person do really idiotic things. Now I would have to figure out how to get myself out of this situation.
I was irreparably screwed if they wanted four hundred grand from me. But I could maybe work out a plan to pay them back for the forty.
