I pause, my hand hovering over the bag.
I left my shoes in Liev’s car. I shake my head. If he can get rid of bodies, he’s capable of disposing of some broken shoes.
And then it hits me.
The heel.
It’s still in the alley.
Should I call Liev? He promised to handle everything. Should I tell him I left it behind? Does it even matter?
My mouth falls open in a horrified gasp.
Myphoneis still in that alley with my license and credit card stuck to the back.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Should I go back and look for them? What if someone already found them? Turned them in to the lost and found, or worse, what if another one of the bratva finds it and puts it together with the missing men?
My nails claw at my cuticles. What should I do?
Where’s Liev now? What did he do with the bodies? How is he going to explain his father’s death?
Is he safe?
I’m definitely spiraling. But I can’t just sit here not knowing what’s happening. This is my life.
I don’t know what to do. If I wait until morning, I could go into Elite and use our software to find contact info for him. Unless he’s on the regular internet. Probably not. But maybe.
Stop!
Freaking out won’t help.
I take a deep breath and carry the duffel to the front door, dropping it on the floor, before stumbling blindly to my sofa and dropping onto the cushions.
What should I do? My head is pounding, and I have no idea how long I sit there staring into the darkness before I come to a decision.
Ihaveto go back and look for my phone. I can’t leave that up to chance. Even if my phone is password protected, it’s got my freaking identification attached to it. I glance at the clock on my stove. Four a.m. The club should be closed, and with luck, no one will see me.
My stomach is churning, and all I want to do is crawl under my covers and pretend this is a nightmare, but I can’t. Plucking my car keys off the hook by the door, I key the code into my alarm pad and open the door only to have a large warm palm close over my mouth, sealing my surprised screech inside.
Dark eyes glitter at me in amusement as he propels me backward. Closing the door with his foot, Liev drops his hand and cocks his head.
“Where are you going?”
“What are you doing here?”
Our words overrun each other, and I’m having a hard time catching my breath. But I couldn’t tell you if it’s because he startled me, or if it’s because of his warm body standing so close to mine.
Why does he smell so good?
“Asked you first.”
Taking a step back for my sanity, I look him over. He’s obviously showered and changed since I last saw him. The blood-stained dress shirt and tailored slacks have been replaced with jeans and a dark Henley.
“I lost my phone… in the alley. I need to get it back. It has my—” My words cut off when his hand pulls my phone from his back pocket and holds it out to me.
“Thank God,” I exhale, taking it eagerly.
