Because he didn’t see the joy in my eyes at having information to feed Milo.
“I’m so sorry, Monroe,” he said, shaking his head.
As he walked away, he ran a hand over his head, like he was genuinely perplexed.
That could not have gone better.
I ran over to slip into my slides and put on my duster, then made my way out of the casino.
I waited until I was a few doors away before I reached for my phone to text Milo.
Frank has an important meeting tonight atHell’s Kitchen.Thought that might be important.
His response was quick. Seconds, really.
-Thank you. Can you come to the hotel?
My stomach clenched as my memory flashed back to being caught leaving.
But, I reminded myself, Frank was going to be busy tonight.
Besides, I clocked one of Remo’s guys nearby. Surely, if he knew Frank was around, he would text Milo not to let me leave.
On my way.
I still couldn’t stop myself from glancing all around, paranoid that Frank or his men might be anywhere. But I saw no one watching me but Remo’s guy as I quickly rushed into the hotel.
Milo must have been waiting by the door because it flew open as soon as I walked up.
“Where’s all your stuff?” he asked, brows pinching as he moved aside to let me in.
He was in another of his suits, but the jacket was draped over a chair and his sleeve buttons were undone. He looked like he’d just come in and had started to get comfortable.
I dropped my heels behind the door.
“I just wanted to be quick tonight,” I said, shrugging.
“Why?” he asked.
But it was right then that I pulled off my duster.
His gaze zeroed in on my arm.
I swear it was like a current shot through him.
His whole body jolted.
His jaw went to stone.
When his gaze cut up to mine, it was shock and fury fighting for dominance in his eyes.
“What the fuck is that?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Milo
My spit tasted like battery acid. It burned to swallow.
