Page 30 of Save Me
“A meeting.”
“Well, no shit, Sherlock,” I mutter and earn myself a vicious growl from King Kong.
He strides out of the room, and I follow because what choice do I have?
The penthouse feels empty as we walk through it. Too quiet. The guys wouldn’t leave me without a word unless they had no choice. Maybe Adam came for them before he came for me?
Adam doesn’t break stride, doesn’t even glance back. We reach the elevator, and the doors slide shut with a hush that presses down on me.
“Just tell me if they’re okay.”
He glares down at me from his, he must be six foot eight or nine inches in height, making me feel like an ant at my five foot, three inches.
“Safe,” he says.
It’s both everything and nothing. Relief washes over me, quickly chased by a surge of anger for being left in the dark over this cloak-and-dagger shit my dad is pulling.
The elevator dings on the ground floor. The metal doors slide open, and Adam steps out, expecting me to follow.
I do. I’ve been thrust into a game where the rules keep changing. I’m pissed off, and I want answers.
Adam opens the back door to a black SUV, which seems to be the standard vehicle for mafia cunts.
Guess I’m one of them now.
My thoughts drift back to my mum as Adam climbs in and sets off into the night. I never did get to check on her after killing Leonard.
Leonard.
Maybe that’s what this is about. The shame that my father might know about my time as a prostitute floods me, making my cheeks sting with humiliation, but then I shove it down. I did it because ofhim. He didn’t help us when we were at our lowest.
He says he did.
“Fuck off,” I growl at my inner thoughts.
Adam snarls at me in the rearview mirror.
“Not you, asshole,” I grit out.
He narrows his eyes before flicking them back to the road, his shoulders shaking slightly as he laughs at me.
“Okay, now I’m telling you to fuck off,” I snap.
All it does is make him silently laugh harder.
It appears I have a long way to go before I can wield authority like Aaron.
Adam pulls up to a plain-looking building on the outskirts of the city. The night air bites at my skin as we step out of the car. He leads the way into the building, past guards with eyes like cold steel that skim over us as we head deeper in.
Adam leads me into a big room, a meeting hall of sorts that is crowded with people chattering away in groups.
I immediately catch sight of Cal, Quen, Thayer, and Harry standing near the entrance, their faces tight, lines of worry etched deep. Glaring at them, they glare back as furious as I am, which tells me that they were removed from the penthouse in much the same manner as me. What scares me is that I didn’t even wake up.
Adam doesn’t wait for me; he just keeps on walking, and I shrug and follow him.
Dim bulbs hang from the ceiling, casting more shadows than light, playing tricks on my eyes. Whispers skitter across the walls, hushed but urgent, like they’re trading sins. I feel them on my skin, crawling over me with every step.
As the crowd parts, I see that tables are set in a circle for a meeting and guess all these folks are The Crowned Syndicate members. It’s as good a guess as any, seeing as no one has told me jack shit about this.
