Page 72 of Dangerous Games of Trust

Alessandro takes my legs and places them over his lap. He’s all touchy-feely tonight, but I know this is a show more than him wanting to be close to me. Outside of the house he’s always acting. I move closer into his side. “You know Enzo’s not around to see me enjoying a drink, we can drop the act.”

“We don’t know who is reporting directly back to him. All we know is he has connections to this place. Sorry, princess, but tonight you’re knocked up, and you better act that way.”

I glance at the other guys, looking for help, but all I get is a blank stare from Maddox that tells me he can’t help me and a shrug from Ricky. Ahh! So much for celebrating, going out with a bang, and all that stuff. Now I have to be sad and sober.

We share a couple of drinks, and I begin to wonder why we’re even here. No one is just going to come out and tell us what we want to hear. And that waitress said so herself, Enzo doesn’t have a table booked here tonight. As much as I’m enjoying the banter, it feels like a waste of time.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” I tell them, moving my legs off Alessandro’s lap. Standing, I pat my belly. “You know, pregnancy bladder and all that.” I walk off before they can follow me and find the bathrooms off to the side of the booth we’re seated at.

I push open the door and do my business, but before I have time to flush, I hear voices enter the main part of the bathroom. I freeze and listen.

Someone is sobbing, sounds like a girl.

“Stop crying and tell me what the fuck is going on,” another female says, a no-shit tone to her voice.

She sniffs. “I’m scared for her.”

“So am I, but you need to get your shit together. I can’t have you out on the floor crying. The Moretti brothers are here tonight and that in itself is sus.”

“Have you heard anything?” she whimpers.

“I have tried her cell a million times, it just rings out. I went around her place today. Nothing has been touched, and no one has seen her since early last night.”

“If I find out Enzo has anything to do with this. I’ll start a fucking war. That old motherfucker has been allowed too much power for far too long,” one of the girls says, I think the one who is crying. I hear someone take some paper towel and then blow their nose.

“Why would you say that?”

“Sloane, I know you and Pia are like sisters, but she’s been hiding shit from you. I wouldn’t break her trust normally, but I’m freaking out and I have to tell someone.”

Oh God, I feel sick for them, the two virgin margaritas dangerously close to coming back up. Pia must be their friend, and so far, they haven’t worked out she’s dead. I cover my mouth so I don’t make a sound.

“What do you know?” Sloane demands, her voice filled with fury.

“She’s been seeing him behind Mrs. Moretti’s back,” the first girl whispers.

“I’m going to fucking kill her myself.” It sounds like the trash can is kicked across the room and paper towel flies everywhere, including under my stall door. “Wash your face and stop the fucking waterworks. Or go home. Got it?” Sloane demands before slamming the bathroom door in a fit of anger.

The other girl sniffs a few times, and then I hear the water running from the tap, followed by the door closing.

Oh my God. What are the fucking chances of me being in here while that conversation was had. I wait a while before I leave, notwanting either of them to see me, and when I come out, Maddox is standing by the door waiting for me. “Thought you might have tried to run again, temptress.” He smirks cheekily.

“Ha. Not this time, big guy.” I pat him on the chest as I glance over my shoulder and see the two girls behind the bar. “Who are they?” I lean in close to him and ask in a whisper.

He subtly looks in their direction. “The blonde is Sloane Stryker; she owns this joint. The other I don’t know. Probably just one of her staff. Why?”

I give him a quick once-over, trying to decide what I should say. Geovani sent us down here tonight, so any information could be valuable, and I want Enzo stopped before he has the chance to hurt anyone else. “They’re mega pissed, one of their friends is missing and they think Enzo might have something to do with it. Pia.”

“Good work, little spy, you could be one of us after all.”

His choice of words sends an icy chill over me. I don’t want to be anyone’s little spy. That’s what my mother was for Enzo and look where that got her. I fake a half smile, but the sick feeling inside my stomach tells me I’m not one of them.

When we make it back to our table, the boys look like they’re ready to leave. “What took you so long?” Ricky asks.

“I’ll tell you in the car.” I glance over toward Sloane again, fascinated by her. By the way she talked to her staff member, by the hate she obviously has for Enzo. Maybe I’m not the only one who wants that man dead. That’s not so surprising, but this girl is something else. She oozes power and struts around the place like a dude, even though she looks like the epitome of feminine perfection.

“Why do you keep looking at her?” Ricky asks me on our way out.

“I’m not sure, she’s just so pretty. She doesn’t look like one of the biker chicks I was expecting her to be.”

---