CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Milo
Remo and I were still in the mystery woman’s room, searching, waiting, when we heard the distinct sound of a fire alarm.
It was Remo who told me it was Frank’s casino.
I rushed over, watching hundreds of people flood onto the Boardwalk.
I tried to scan for Roe, but there were just too many people moving too quickly.
“Shit,” I said, looking over at my cousin.
“Well, let’s hope it doesn’t burn the fuck down. That’s months of work down the drain,” he said, too tired even to muster any emotion for that potential outcome.
Whatever happened, or didn’t happen, with Dom’s case, someone needed to force him to catch a few hours of sleep.
He might be the boss, but even the boss was human.
I was just about to suggest he go ahead and take a nap on the mystery woman’s damn bed when the call came through.
The second I heard her voice, I was already running.
When Remo heard that Frank was onto her, he’d somehow assembled two more men to get in the cars with us as we flew through the now-busy streets toward the abandoned parking lot.
I figured she was just scared.
Just traumatized by a confrontation.
Until she walked out of that fucking booth.
And I got a look at her gorgeous face, already swelling, already bruising.
I’d been pissed off plenty in my life.
For myself.
For my business.
For my Family.
But everything paled in comparison to the molten rage coursing through me as I reached for Roe and pulled her carefully against me.
“We can’t go to the hotel or my place,” Roe said when she convinced Remo not to peel out of there and go put a bullet in Frank’s head.
“Yo, reserve us a room at Harrah’s,” Remo demanded, looking back at his little brother. “It’s far enough away from shit that we should be good,” he explained at my look. “And we can get her what she needs there.”
With that, we piled back into the cars, but Remo drove mine and his brother took his, letting me sit in the back with Roe’s head on my chest and her legs draped over mine.
“Are you hurt anywhere other than your face?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered. “But my head really hurts.”
“What were you hit with?”
“A really big fist.”
The growl rumbled through me before I could stop it.
