“What about Frank?”
“He’s right where your girl said he’d be. Having dinner with his shady buddies. And his main henchmen all went home. There’s nothing pointing to him or his crew having taken Dom.”
“Okay,” I agreed, going back into my suite.
“I’m contacting Luca. Right now, I’m not asking for backup. If we don’t hear anything in the next four or five hours, though, I might be requesting help.”
“What can I do?”
“Seeing as you got a girl in your room right now, not much.”
“How the fuck do you know what I’m doing but lost track of Domenico?”
“Well, I wasn’t watching you. I was watching her.”
Something heavy hung in the air then.
I didn’t know if I should fess up or not.
“I don’t give a fuck where you dip your wick, Milo. Not that kinda boss. Have fun with Monroe. If I need you, I’ll call.”
With that, he ended the call just a second before room service knocked on the door.
It felt wrong to go on like my cousin wasn’t missing.
But once I shot off a few texts and calls to both his burner and his real phone, there was really nothing else I could do. I didn’t know the area or its players like Remo did. It was better to let him do the search.
“Are you okay?” Roe asked, making me jerk and turn to find her standing in the bathroom doorway in one of the fluffy white robes.
It was the wrong time.
But knowing she was naked under that, skin likely still flushed pink from the hot water, had my cock getting all sorts of ideas about finishing what we started the night before.
I’d been so fucking frustrated by the interruption just when I got to feel her tight, wet walls closing around me.
But in retrospect, it was probably a good thing.
We’d never had a talk. About tests, about bundles of joy neither of us were ready for. We really needednotto let that continue on.
That didn’t mean my body wasn’t aching for it, though.
“Did you happen to see Dom today?”
“Dom? No. Why?”
“He’s… missing. No one’s been able to get in touch with him since he left here last night.”
“What? Oh, my God. What can we do? Should we get changed and go—”
“Love that your first instinct is to try to find him yourself, but no. Remo is handling it right now. But if we don’t get in touch soon, I might have to go out and start looking. Not you, though. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Are you okay?” she asked, coming closer to put her hands on each of my arms.
“I know he’s probably out having the time of his life touring some woman’s bedsheets. But I don’t like it.”
“I’m sorry.” Her hands slid down, then around my waist, wrapping me up tight.
And, fuck, if a hug from her wasn’t exactly what I needed right then.
