Page 533 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Give me a second and I’ll give you the play by play.” He taps the keys and lets out a low whistle.

I scrub a hand down the front of my face, the knot in my stomach tightening.

“She’s getting in close, whispering something to him.” Mike says. “He pulls away from her, but she tries again.” He lets out a low whistle. “I don’t know what she said to him, but he’s pulling her toward the elevator leading up to the residences.”

“The elevator?” I say. “So they never left the hotel?”

“Lemme check the rest of the feeds.” I hear another rapid clacking and it feels like the seconds stretch into years.

“Nope, they never left. In fact, Bruno never showed up on the floor after that.”

“What about Rayleigh?” My voice rises in alarm.

“Looks like she’s leaving the hotel right now.”

“Okay, do me a favor and get me an address on her. I’ll call you back.”

Click.

I dial Aldo. “I need you to get upstairs to Bruno’s apartment. According to the security footage, that’s where he is right now.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m on my way to pick you up.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. I can’t ask anyone else to go up there. I’m the only one with a master key besides Mike, and if shit really did get crazy with Rayleigh last night, Bruno’s not gonna be happy about hotel security knocking down his door.

Just like Aldo said earlier.

“I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Then we can swing by Bang for Bruno’s car. I’ll get the hotel car later,” he says.

“Okay,” I grunt. “I’ll be downstairs waiting.” I click to end the call, resisting the urge to scream and hurl the phone at the opposite wall.

My brain hurts from trying to process all of the events of the past twelve hours.

It only wants to replay a few of them, the ones thatdomake my head explode.

Just not the head on my shoulders.

“What’s downstairs?” a female voice asks.

I jump and twist around to see Chloe standing a few feet away from me. Her eyes are wide, her face pale and free of makeup. “I remember what happened last night,” she says, wringing her hands together. “Is everything okay?”

I hesitate for a split second and then nod. Psycho hackers, longtime enemies looking for revenge, a club shootout, and a raging bitch desperate to sink her claws into the family jewels.

Yeah, sounds pretty typical to me.

Cue the sarcasm.

“It will be,” I finally say with absolutely no conviction. “How are you feeling?”

She manages a weak smile. “Well, if you’d have asked me that a couple of hours ago, my response would be very different. But now that last night is officially out of my system, I’m…better.” Chloe bites down on her lower lip. “But what about you guys? I know I was out of it, but I still heard everything. Those shooters at the club, who were they? Who were they after? Are they still after…whoever?”

I let out a deep sigh. “Still trying to figure that out.”

She nods. “I overheard you on the phone. Are you leaving?”

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