“I don’t even know who you are,” he wheezed.
Silver pressed into my side, trembling with her anger. “This is the man who nailed Halston Cole to the wall.”
Nick straightened, his surprise evident.
“Yeah.” Silver nodded, eyeing him like he was a piece of shite on her shoe. “I know you’re the one who told Cole I wasn’t going to back down and you’re pretty much the reason I got stabbed.”
What the fuck?
I moved toward Nick on instinct, but Silver grabbed my arm, halting me. “This is me holding him back from fucking you up permanently.”
I bared my teeth at the prick.
Silver continued. “You don’t want to mess with him. And you really don’t want to mess with me, Nick. Not again. Trust me when I say that you’re just a big fish in a small pond. We will annihilate you if you ever try to contact London again.”
Like a switch, Nick’s eyes welled up as he turned his attention to London. “Baby, are you really going to stand there and let them treat me like this? I love you! I am the only one who really loves you.”
“Bullshit,” London and Silver said in unison.
Silver quieted, though, glancing at her friend.
London stared blankly at Nick. “You have taken the last you’re ever going to take from me. I left the engagement ring I didn’t even want in the safe.”
His nostrils flared. “The safe?”
“Yeah. I have my passport and wallet again. So, I’m leaving. Everything in that bag”—she pointed to the duffel Silver still held—“is everything I brought with me. Nothing you bought me. I don’t want anything from you. We’re done.”
His hands flexed at his sides as if he wanted to react physically, so I moved in front of her, raising a finger in his face. “Fucking try it.”
“This isn’t over.”
Aggravation writhed through me, but I kept a leash on it. Nick wouldn’t be a worry for very long. James had sent over information before we’d entered the building that promised as such. “Unless you want me to crush your throat, you’ll step back and let us pass.”
Reluctantly, the piece of shit did so.
I ushered London and Silver onto the elevator.
Then I looked back at Nick and grinned.
Like I knew something.
Because I did.
He had the good sense to look uneasy.
Silver and London were silent as the elevator descended. London lowered her sunglasses back down to cover her black eye. They didn’t speak as we walked out. London handed over the key card to Andrew who gaped at her in shock. The doorman pulled open the door, and she gave him a nod as we followed her out.
It was only once we’d made our way down the street that Silver’s best friend finally spoke. “This isn’t over. He won’t give up.”
“You don’t have to worry about Nick. He’s going to be preoccupied with other things very, very soon.”
Her head whipped toward me and though I couldn’t see her expression behind the glasses, I could feel the sharpness in her words. “What does that mean?”
“A friend of mine with resources.” I turned to Silver. “James.”
She nodded.
“Who is James?” London demanded.
