She yanks away from me, and I let her go because I don’t want her to fall or get hurt.
“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.” I rush the words out.
She shakes her head. “It’s a new dress, Nico.”
I pause, not sure what that has to do with anything. “It’s beautiful.”
She scoffs, turning away from me. “If you’re bored, say that. I’m not sticking around for you to find a new toy. Me and Noah will be fine.”
What the fuck is she talking about? Bored? A new toy?
“What toy?” I asked, confused. I thought she was angry with me for snapping at her.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re a businessman and you think that you have to find the greatest new business venture like the one you have isn’t good enough. Well, I’m a damn good business.” She punches her fist into her hand.
Now I’m questioning whether she drank a bottle of wine when I wasn’t paying attention.
“Why are we talking about business?”
She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “You won’t let me in. No matter how much I try, you won’t share anything with me.”
The thought of that has sweat beading up on my forehead.
My phone rang, but I ignore it.
“Tiff,” I reach for her, and she pulls away.
“No. You had your time to explain. I knew something was wrong the moment I showed up. You could’ve talked to me then. Something is bothering you.”
I shake my head trying to deny those allegations. My phone goes off in my pocket again, but I ignore it.
“I’m fine. Can we just go back in?”
She swipes roughly at the tears on her cheeks as she backs away from me.
“I’m tired of waiting for you to let me in. I’m done, Nico.”
Her words cause my heart to race and my world to spin. I have to shut my eyes and breathe. The thought of her leaving me makes me want to destroy everything in my path.
My phone rings again. This time, I pull it out and answer.
“What?” I bark into the phone.
A deep chuckle. “You’re touchy, Nicholas.” The voice causes dread to fill my veins like ice water. My eyes pop open, and I imagine I look like a deer caught in headlights.
Ghost picks up on my alarm; he immediately rushes over to me. Roc stays by my SUV as Jake start to make his way to Tiffany.
“I wish I had more time to talk, but you should have answered the phone sooner. They’re going to kill your wife.”
I glance around the parking lot looking for any signs of threat.
“Don’t you fucking touch my wife,” I snarl.
He laughs. “I’m not going to touch her. I’m not ready for her to die. Which is why I’m calling you. That red car wasn’t there when she pulled up.”
Parked beside Tiffany’s G-Wagon is a red sedan. It looks out of place in this parking lot filled with expensive and luxurious vehicles.
“The owner isn’t inside,” the deep voice goes on to say. “You better hurry.”
