Page 245 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
I laughed.
“This isn’t a debate,” Justin said and opened the door. “All of you will go into the haunted warehouse right this instant. Don’t make me call Raphael to drag your asses inside.”
“Technically…you said you already spent your stripper budget,” Daphne said. “So you can’t get Raphael here to do that.”
“Money isn’t the only way to pay people, missy. Now OUT!” He pointed toward the warehouse with all the authority in the world.
“He seems pissed,” Alina said and climbed out. “I’m sure it’s safe, right?”
“It sounds like something really sexy is about to happen,” Kristen said. “I’m definitely in!” She joined Alina and Justin.
Bee shrugged. “He’s not going to kill me. He wants to plan my wedding. I’m probably the safest one here.” She patted my knee and climbed out of the limo.
Daphne and I looked at each other.
“He’s not going to kill me the night before my wedding, right?” She laughed, but it sounded forced. “Although…he does kind of hate me. Maybe this is where he murders me and tries to steal Rob for himself. I should have lied and said Rob’s penis was only this big.” She held up her pinky finger.
I laughed. “Justin doesn’t hate you.” At least…I thought he had stopped hating her. It had been a little touch and go there for a minute. But he’d stopped calling her a barbarian, which was definitely a step in the right direction. “I’m pretty sure he’d have a hard time getting another wedding gig if he murdered a bride-to-be.”
“Fair point.” She nodded like she was encouraging herself. “Let’s do this thing.” She climbed out of the limo.
It was true. It would be career suicide for Justin to murder Daphne or Bee. But me? He’d already planned my wedding. Maybe he was trying to get out of the baby shower he’d promised to throw me. If this were a horror movie, I’d kill Kristen first. Just because I’d want to. And then Alina, only because I didn’t know her as well.
But this wasn’t my crazy plan. Justin was the evil mastermind here. He’d probably kill Kristen and Alina first too, just because he didn’t know them. But then it would be me because he’d already planned my wedding. He’d keep Daphne alive for tomorrow. And Justin was basically obsessed with Bee, he didn’t even try to hide it.
Yup, I was going to die third for sure. Or maybe he’d kill me first so he could steal James even faster…
“We’re waiting, Penny,” Justin said. He ducked his head into the limo. “It’s fine,” he whispered just so I could hear. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”
Which was exactly what a tricky serial killer would say before he killed you first or third. “I’m actually pretty tired. Do you mind if I just take a nap in here?”
“Penny, it’s 1 in the morning. Bedtime isn’t for another 2 hours.”
I groaned. “There’s a wedding tomorrow!”
“Yeah,” he said and leaned in further. “And the wedding is going to be great. But I swear tonight is the main event. I did it partially for you. Come on.”
Serial killer words. But Justin wasn’t a serial killer. And now he’d really piqued my interest. How could whatever was behind that broken door be for me?
“Promise you won’t kill me?” I asked.
He laughed. “Cross my heart.” He put his hand out for me. “You’re my favorite, you know that. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Good. That meant Kristen was definitely getting offed first. And if Kristen died, I wouldn’t stick around like bait. I’d run away before the murderers got me. Thank goodness I’d switched into a pair of flats. I grabbed Justin’s hand and he pulled me out of the limo.
“Time to get our drink on!” Justin said.
Everyone cheered other than me.
Seriously…none of them were going to remember tonightortomorrow at this rate. But a drink meant there was probably a bar inside. Which meant other people. I breathed a sigh of relief. I really hated this trend of top secret, password only bars in sketchy places like this. Why not just put it somewhere well lit?
A rat scurried past, and I swallowed a scream. And somewhere with less rodents?
Justin marched right up to the door. But he didn’t do a weird knock or whisper a password. He just ducked under one of the broken boards. “This way!” he called back to me.
We took turns ducking into the building.
Justin turned on a flashlight to light the way. There was definitely no one else in here. And it definitely wasn’t a bar. It was just a rundown building for sure. I heard something dripping and shivered. It hadn’t rained recently. So what was leaking?
