Page 79 of Tarnished Vow

Rome pulled a seat out next to me. “Any fall out from last night?”

Right. The college students. “Accidental overdose from what was reported.”

He shook his head. “I still don’t know how that bastard got a gun through security.”

The girls’ bodies were viewed and identified this morning. Lucky for us, the man hadn’t shot them in the head.

“Did you move the product?”

Rome tapped the table, “Yeah, um thanks,” He turned closer to me. “For not telling Nik, and you know. Not giving me a lecture.”

“You learned a lesson, right?”

He grunted. I was sure last night would have costed him a lot of sleep. Even a temporary drug hold can cause problems. Especially at the strip clubs that are known for drama.

“And the shooter? No issue with him?”

“I’m sure a missing report will eventually be filed, but,” I shrugged, “seems more like the type of guy people would be grateful is missing.” Murdering his ex-girlfriend and her best friend, out of jealousy.

“Vince, I want this,”

I looked across the table at Cecilia holding her phone to me.

“Ask Nik.”

Normally, anything she asks for leads to prolonged headaches.

“He said I had to ask you.”

Of course he did.

Taking her phone. “No.” I handed it straight back to her. I was not falling for this again. The last yacht ended with an ocean salvage crew. “I told you, from now on you rent them. That’s it.”

“But if I rent it, I can’t remodel it and look.” she swiped the screen, showing me another photo. “I have a mood board.”

“Still no.”

“That’s not fair! I have a name picked andeverything!”

“Let us guess, The Sinking Cecilia.” Bastion laughed, handing something to Nik.

“Cecilia, don’t. Put it down.” I pointed at her, seeing she was seconds away from throwing a spoon at him.

“Why does he never get in trouble? Bas is your favorite.” Ceci pushed back in her seat, pouting. But I knew exactly what she was doing, trying to guilt trip me into buying that floating headache.

Staffing the crew, the maintenance, the tantrums and crying, I would be forced to listen too when anything mildly goes wrong during the remodel. Then I would have to find a way to solve all these problems that would come up.

The private doors opened again. I frowned, looking at Nikolai. By his expression, he wasn’t expecting Sofia, either.

“Great.” Ceci muttered. “The bitch can’t take a hint.”

Nik and I shared a look. When the girls fought, it got mean and nasty fast. It usually ended with weeks of silent treatment until we intervened

“What have I done to deserve both of them home at once?” Bastion grumbled.

Sofia pulled out a seat next to Cecilia, who immediately turned to glare at her. One look shared, and I knew how this would end within five minutes.

I stood up. "Ceci, up, we’re changing seats.”

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