And tomorrow, I needed to plan.
I needed to end this game once and for all. What I needed was to find a place Bastian would be most vulnerable.
My stylus stopped moving.
It needed to be where he felt the safest.
Rising, I tucked the iPad away. I brushed my teeth, and slipped on a tank top with my panties. Then I dug out the rolled-up plans I’d paid a small fortune for.
The schematics for the Avernus.
They were hand sketched. Bastian had made sure there were no electronic copies to be found, anywhere.
After spreading the plans out on the floor, I ran my finger over them. Right to the layout of Bastian’s fancy, huge penthouse on the top floor.
I tapped.
Ed always told me that having friends or any personal connections was a weakness. I was well aware that I had some sort of connection with Bastian.
I could have killed him several times, but I hadn’t.
This time, I’d get it done.
I’d purge all this uncertainty and emotion inside me.
My cellphone pinged, and I glanced at it. A bank notification. I’d received the final payment for my last job. I’d taken down a Russian arms dealer.
Now, my next kill would be Bastian Thorne.
My stomach clenched. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall.
For Ed, I’d finally get vengeance.
CHAPTER 7
BASTIAN
Ilet myself into my penthouse and tried to shake off my tiredness.
It had been a long day.
There had been an endless string of meetings, followed by several problems that had cropped up around the casino that needed firefighting. When Nash had seen the scratches on my face, he’d been pissed.
I shrugged out of my suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. The lights clicked on automatically as I entered, illuminating the bronze-veined marble floor and the curve of my leather couch.
Beyond it, through the large panes of glass, were the lights of Las Vegas.
I loved the city I’d decided to call home. I loved that it never slept. There was always life here, somewhere.
I shoved a hand through my hair. I was tired.
No, that wasn’t all of it. I was worried about Lark.
Today, I’d made myself very visible on the casino floor. I’d waited for her to make a move.
There’d been no sign of her.
Rolling up my sleeves, I headed toward my Sub-Zero fridge. My kitchen gleamed, and it had the best appliances even though I didn’t normally cook. Why would I when I had the best chefs and a variety of restaurants right here in the casino? I was excellent at ordering in.
