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I hit the mute button, unmuting the call. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Send me the directions and the time.”
“Thank you,” she sighs in relief.
“It’s no problem. I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up and look up at Bullet. “For the record, I don’t want to go, but it’s the right thing to do.”
“It’s a fucking trap.”
“I hope you’re wrong.”
Bullet
“We shouldn’t be here,” Trigger mutters as the crowd moves around us.
“I agree,” Bullet says.
“Come on, boys, this isn’t the stupidest thing we’ve ever done,” Wrath tells us.
“Um, that doesn’t fill me with confidence,” I tell him.
“Eh, you’ll live.” He shrugs.
Bullet wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into him.
“This place is fuckin’ packed,” Reaper says as he comes up next to us.
“I don’t like how open it is,” Hades says as he scans the surrounding rooftops.
“Have you seen her yet?” Reaper asks.
I shake my head. “No, if I had to guess, she’s probably stuck with William. She probably didn’t think about the fact that he would want her with him.”
Honestly, it’s something I should have thought about before I made us all come out here.
“Trap,” Trigger mutters under his breath.
Unease rolls through me.
What if they are right and this is a trap? What if something happens to one of us or all of us because I was adamant that I show up for her?
As much as I like Adalyn, she’s essentially a stranger. I owe her no loyalty. Not like these guys.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
Something in my voice must give me away because all of the guys look my way and frown.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Harlee,” Reaper tells me.
“You were just trying to do the right thing. Nothing wrong with that,” Wrath tells me.
I open my mouth to say something, but the sound of cheering stops me.
We all turn toward the stage and watch as William Dansworth takes the stage along with Adalyn and several other people I’ve never seen before. In his ill-fitting suit he waves to the crowd, eating up the attention.
Just looking at him makes me feel sick.
“Hello, Las Vegas,” he coos into the microphone.
