He pays a million for the girl.
This is definitely the best friend.
His restless energy is palpable; he itches to run to that spot, but the need to uphold appearances—for now—keeps him rooted in place. The girl is taken from the stage so they can ‘prepare her’ for him.
Just as I anticipate the end, the lights dip.
Lucas’s voice sends a chill down my spine.
“Our last this evening is a special case. Older than most, but don’t let that stop you. I can personally attest that she’ll be worth your while. But in case you need a little convincing—here’s a video to entice you.”
A screen comes down behind him then a video starts up.
There’s four men and one woman.
No.
Not just any woman.
The nausea is overwhelming. I turn my head sharply, preventing the vomit from hitting me as it splashes onto the floor.
Enzo reacts instantly, standing with his gun cocked. Lucas is its direct target.
"Did you really think you could sneak in here without me noticing?" Lucas taunts as the video continues to play.
The video of the worst night of my life.
“My security team alerted me the moment you walked in the door.”His voice sounds like it’s coming from underwater.
An incessant buzzing, a relentless drone, invades my ears, obliterating everything else. I am transfixed, unable to look away from my own image on the screen as they rob me of everything.
The air feels thin.
It’s hard to breathe.
Enzo
Gio tenses, his hand perched on his holster.
I give him a subtle shake of my head. This isn’t his fight. He needs to maintain his cover so he can get the girl out. Especially now I'm fucking the plan. I hope my papa doesn't kill me for this.
My eyes stay focused on Lucas, though every part of me wishes I could scoop Izzy up and run out of here.
I can hear the way her breath comes out in gasps, the panic wracking her body. I can’t look. Not yet. Not until I’ve put a bullet in her husband's skull.
I’m outnumbered.
Guards around the room all have their own weapons trained on my chest or head.
Lucas laughs from the stage, a mocking sound that grinds my teeth.
But then—
Chaos.
Guests turn on the guards, firing at them. Lucas’s triumphant glare turns fearful as he backs away.I don’t think so.
I stalk towards the stage, firing at anyone who tries to come between me and my prey.
