Page 47 of Precious Legacy

“Shit!” I huff. “Check the bathrooms. I’m going to check outside.”

Without hesitation, we all descend the staircase and make our way into the crowd. Haldon slips through on my right, heading to the small corridor that leads to the locker room we installed, while Haven weaves between the masses, heading to the bathrooms.

My gaze tours the room once more, searching for Alanis. But who am I kidding? It’s about as easy as finding a needle in a haystack here. I guess I should appreciate the fact tonight has been a success, but it only makes my search that much harder.

She has to be here somewhere, though. She couldn’t have just disappeared. Then again, there’s so many people here it’d be easy enough to snatch Alanis right from under our noses.

I try not to think about that, though. I cling to the hope she’s okay. Besides, she can fight like hell. I remind myself of that as I navigate through the sweaty bodies that slide against me as I push towards the exit. Every step makes my nerves pulse harder, like my veins are trying to burst from beneath my skin. Closing the distance between myself and the door has never been so excruciating.

As I push through the crowd, I hope that Haldon is right. And if he is, the first thing I’ll make sure I do is remind her not to pull shit like this again. I heave a deep breath as I step out into the parking lot, my ears tuning in on the recognizable voice.

“Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet in your head!”

I snap my gaze to the right, where Varo has Milo Kyrovsky pinned to the wall while Alanis tries to pull her brother away.

Relief rushes through me, and I feel every muscle in my body suddenly relax when I lock eyes on her. I march in her direction, tugging her away from her brother. He’s so volatile right now that I’m not certain even I can talk him down. Something evil flashes in his eyes, and I swear the same thoughts cross both our minds as I pull Alanis behind me.

“Did he touch you?” I growl, turning to face Alanis.

“What?” She frowns. “No! He was just?—”

“Relax, Genovese.” Milo raises his palms in the air. Something must be wrong, because he’s not even fighting back against Alvaro. Then again, the space between these two is usually filled with such potent sexual tension that nothing seems to faze Kyrovsky. “I saw your girl out here and was just checking she was okay.”

“Why are you here?” Varo growls.

Even Milo should know how risky it is for him to come here, of all places. Not just because of the situation between us and the Russians, but because we’re all here tonight. Minus Haven and Alanis—who I know are pretty handy with a gun—Milo must have had a death wish.

“I just came to check the fights out.”

“So you can feed information back to the Federovs?” Varo’s tone is venomous and his expression is taut with anger. He’s practically shaking with rage; I’ve never seen him so out of control. “You think we’re just going to let you walk in there?”

“Why not?” Milo smirks back at him. “I let you do the same.”

“Vee,” I say calmly, stepping forward. “Just leave it.”

With a shove, Varo backs away, not taking his eyes off of Milo for even a second. His glare transforms into a warning, one that we all understand clearly. Milo thought he could just come here and check out our event—which is another issue entirely—but he took shit one step further. Whether he had any ill-intentions towards Alanis or not, he’s just overstepped.

The twins can have all the arguments and battles they want, but the Bonannos are always ‘family first’. Weallare. You don’t come near any of us without feeling the wrath of the Five Families.

With a small nod, Milo pushes around Alvaro, winking over his shoulder. “See you around, Alanis.”

“What the hell was that about?” Alanis snaps. “He was just?—”

“It doesn’t matter what he was doing,” I reason, tugging her hand so she doesn’t descend on her brother in a fit of rage. “Things are bad, and he stepped on turf he wasn’t invited on.”

Trust me, I know how contradictory that sounds when we did the same thing a few weeks ago, but this isourcity.

Alvaro glares at his sister, his gaze darkening. “Milo is up to something,” he mutters.

“Then we need to find out what it is,” I reply, eyes never leaving Alanis.

“Agreed.” Varo storms off, and I don’t stop him. It’s better to let him simmer down on his own and figure out his own shit than get involved. After all, he’s not my problem.His sister is.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Lani!” I seethe as I slam her apartment door shut behind me.

She storms away, heading into the kitchen and completely ignoring me. It’s been that way since we left the fight night. Itried to talk to her, but she completely shut down. She spent the rest of the night with Haven, avoiding me until it was time to leave and she had no choice but to get in the car with me.

“Alanis!” I bark, trying to get her attention.

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