“Allora.” She tries to peer around me. “I’m Caitlyn Stewart from Entertainment Lifestyles and I want to ask you about the kidnapping. Rumor has it that it was a thwarted sex trafficking?—”
“Not tonight, Caitlyn.” Serena interrupts before I can say anything.
“Oh, I’m not the only one,” she says with a shrug. “I just got here first. As you can see—” She motions to a handful of photographers who are now snapping photos. “—this is big news.”
Luckily, we have a million contingencies for stuff like this. Ways to avoid drama and unwanted attention. Because this is what we do. And since Daniil is a prince, who’s often had to avoid drama even when walking away would have been warranted, sometimes…chaosis a better solution.
I turn and catch Chaos’s eye. I give him our signal and he grins.
I see Courtney grimace because she knows he’s a wild card and when left to his own devices, he’s as hilarious as he is smart and capable.
Before Caitlyn can say another word, Chaos has already tipped the DJ and jumped on a nearby table. The music changes abruptly and “Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy” starts to play. Chaos takes off his suit jacket and tosses it at Courtney. Then he rips open his shirt and starts to dance.
“Who wants to ride this cowboy?!” he yells.
Jesus.
It’s fascinating the way he can work a room.
You’d think he’s actually a male stripper instead of former Special Forces and an elite bodyguard. He’s a good-looking bastard, though, which doesn’t hurt.
The women in the room immediately surround the table he’s on and suddenly everything is very…chaotic. All the photographers immediately begin taking pictures, everyone is now making a circle around the table he’s on, and someone actually throws a bunch of dollar bills in the air.
“What just happened?” Allora whispers to me, her voice filled with shock.
“Thisis why they call him Chaos.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Allora
With everyone focused on Chris, Landon and I slip from the room and hurry to the elevators. I hate that the night has to end so abruptly but I wasn’t expecting anyone to try and interview me. There were a few pictures of me online—someone took them as I left the hospital—but no one had my name so I stayed mostly anonymous.
Until now.
Someone put two and two together, much like Alexa and a few other friends had, and I’m going to have to decide how to handle it.
I’m ready to be back at work.
I’m not sure how ready I am to be in the spotlight like that.
My attackers are undoubtedly still looking for me.
Thanks to idiots like Caitlyn, now they’re going to know where I am if they follow any entertainment news at all.
I’m not worried about my safety, not with Landon and Chris here, but I am worried about theirs. Would they kill them to get to me? Landon has already said he’d die before letting them takeme but it was more of a sweet sentiment than reality when he said it.
Now I’m actually worried about him.
“Landon, do you think people are going to know I’m here now?”
“People already knew you were here,” he replies smoothly. “You said there was a program and you’re going to be listed as an attending photographer, right?”
I nod.
“So people knew. What most people didn’t know was about the kidnapping. Now that’s going to be out there front and center.”
“What does that mean?”
