Page 22 of Vanished in Vegas

“Ugh. Such a tangled fucking web,” I groaned, kicking at the covers. It was childish to throw a tantrum but damn it, I wanted my cake and to eat it too.

With a heavy sigh, I sat up and looked around the room. The room was huge and screamed masculine playboy. I rolled my eyes at the thought of Antonio being with another woman. He had the good looks and charms so of course he probably had been with dozens of women.

“Mother fucker,” I grumped.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“What?” I shouted.

“Message from the boss,” a man replied from the other side of the door. I

“What’s the message?”

“Uh. It’s not a verbal message,” he said, piquing my interest. I climbed out of bed and made my way over to the door while pulling my hair back up into a ponytail. I flipped on the light and opened the door.

Standing there was a young guy– maybe my age– wearing a black suit and tie. His hair was slicked back. In his hands was a tray of food and a cup of coffee.

“Would this be the message?” I grinned.

The guy’s eyes widened as he looked at me. The coffee cup clinked against the plate beneath it as his hands trembled. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.

“Fuck. He’s going to kill me.” His voice was low and filled with fear.

“What? Why?” My eyes lowered to look and see what had scared him. A chill ran down my spine and a terrifying scream left me.

Naked. I was butt-ass naked.

With the thoughts of Antonio dancing through my head, I hadn’t thought to put clothes on before I opened the door. Hell, to be honest, I had forgotten I didn’t have any on. Antonio had carried me to his room after our fun and I had drifted peacefully to sleep.

Heavy footsteps sounded down the hallway. They were coming our way and fast. I quickly closed the door, shielding myself from further embarrassment. My back pressed against the door as I stood mortified.

“What the fuck happened?” Antonio’s words were loud, deep, and harsh. The type of tone that could command Satan himself.

“She– She was–” the guy stammered. “Boss, I swear on everything, I didn’t know she’d answer the door like that.”

“Like what?” Antonio growled.

“Naked,” the guy replied softly.

“You saw her naked?” Antonio shouted right before something slammed against the bedroom door, scaring the shit out of me. I screamed.

“Sofia!” Antonio shouted.

The door flung open without warning. My body jolted from the sudden force and I fell to the floor.

“Sofia!” Antonio cried out. He stormed into the room. When he saw me, he picked me up and held me in his arms. His eyes were filled with worry.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Mmhmm,” I nodded, rubbing my elbow.

“She okay, Boss?” a man asked. He stood out of sight somewhere in the hallway. After Antonio’s outburst, I doubted any of them would step foot in this room– if they wanted to live to see another day.

“She’s fine!” he growled. I couldn’t help but groan and roll my eyes. “What?” he asked in a softer tone.

“You always so temperamental?” I sighed. Antonio shrugged in response. “It isn’t that guy’s fault that I opened the door like a fucking idiot.”

“What does that mean?” he frowned.

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