Page 110 of Breaking Point

Ricky shrugs into the black jacket I loaned him, adjusting his view as a couple of cars pull through the gate. “What are we lookin’ for?”

I watch the valet grab keys from a guest before swinging their convertible around the back of the lot, disappearing behind the building.

“Vantage point,” I say.

In the rearview mirror, I see him watching the same thing I am: Another valet driver takes a car around the back. He suggests, “What about a back entrance?”

I kick the car into gear, reversing out of the parking spot and following the next valet driver around the back. The driver veers toward a gated parking lot, but I quickly back into a closer spot beside the building.

I kill the engine. We have a clear view of the balcony that spans the third level. Beneath it, cathedral doors serve as a private entrance.

“Goddamn, this place is nice,” Ricky mutters as the doors open, revealing a sliver of the crystal chandelier inside.

A black SUV pulls to the curb, and I watch as two men exit the hotel. One of them, I recognize. Chase Sutherland looks every bit like the arrogant prick he was the last time I saw him. The second man is vaguely familiar. Slicked back gray hair, silver sunshades.

Ricky braces himself against the front seat. “Who’s that?”

“Someone Harvey owes money to.”

“And the other guy?”

I watch the scene more closely. Sutherland is saying something. They go back and forth before Sutherland gets in the SUV, and it drives off. The silver haired man disappears inside.

“If I had to guess, Donatello Rema.”

“She’s gotta be in there somewhere,” Ricky says absently, and while I’d normally be the first to try and figure out how to get inside, we need a plan.

I start the car again. “You know the Benenatis?”

He looks at me like I’m insane for even asking the question. “What about ‘em?”

“Ever met ‘em?”

“No.”

“Well,” I say, kicking the car back into gear. “You’re about to. If you want out, say it now.”

Ricky considers the offer for a moment, eyes flitting back and forth until he finally shakes his head. “I’m not out until we find her.”

With that, despite the fact that it’s nearing three AM, I drive to Viserion and hope that Skar is still awake.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Olivia

My neck aches. It’s my first thought when I open my eyes… I’m in the same room as before, but the curtains are open, letting in the bright morning light. Something clatters to my right, and tiredly, I swing my head to see a maid setting a basket of clothes on the desk.

I don’t recognize her, but they have to work for Sofia. Or whoever else is keeping me here.

“Someone will be here shortly,” she mutters.

Before I can react, or remember the letter opener stuffed into the lining of my skirt, the door slams shut. The lock clicks behind it.

I adjust my legs, feeling the letter opener still intact against my thigh. I feel the metal lighter too. I grabbed whatever I could hide.

Despite my throbbing skull, I can tell my wounds have been cleaned, and my hair is braided back. Someone must have done it while I slept. I hardly have a moment to consider it before the door opens again, admitting Sofia.

She’s wearing a white dress that cuts off mid-calf. Paired with her silver hoops and a set of bangles ringing at her wrists,she looks like it’s any other day. Her heels click as she crosses the room. She pauses behind me, propping herself against the desk.

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