Page 58 of Lethal Lover

This must be the whale wing.

Lambos, Bentleys, Ferraris, a Rolls.

The stench of skunk hits my nostrils. A few feet away, a couple of valets are sharing a joint. A stream of smoke wafts into the air. Val leans me against a wall hidden by a large column.

“Stay here and don’t move.”

Then she jogs over to the guys. A few seconds later, her high-pitched laughter echoes between the walls. I peer around the column to see her standing in between the guys with the joint between her lips.

Even hunched over in a massive amount of pain, my dick jumps at the sight of her in those skimpy shorts. My vision blurs again, and when it finally clears, I see her with a phone to her ear. A few seconds pass, and she ends the call, then hands the phone back to one of the guys. She rubs his shoulder, takes another hit, and then backs away with a wave. As she passes the key box, she slowly bends over to scratch her foot with one hand, her other quickly reaching out to grab a set.

Cunning. She knows her ass cheeks are hanging out of those shorts, and she also knows they’re watching, drooling, and hungry as hell because they’re high.

Well played, wifey.

She straightens up, gives them a quick look over her shoulder, and sashays back to where I’m holding myself up. “Thank God my t-shirt is black, and they couldn’t see the blood streaks all over it. I grabbed the keys to the car closest to us. Caught the number on my way over to those dumbasses.”

“Give ’em a break. They just got blindsided by a gorgeous girl with an incredibly bitable ass.”

Val shrugs. “I won’t lose sleep over this next part. We just need to get onto the Strip. Alek will be there to get us.”

“So which one of these babies are we taking for a spin?”

Her lips curl upward, and she nods at a black Honda Civic a couple of feet away. “Must be one of the valets’ cars. The good news is they’re so baked, they won’t be able to do a damn thing to stop us.”

I shake my head. “You’re seriously amazing.”

She cocks her head to the side. “You’re seriously woozy.”

“Yeah, no argument there. I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes.”

With one arm snaked around me, she moves in the direction of the Civic. Within seconds, she pushes me into the back seat and jumps into the front. I collapse across the cool leather, my face smashed against it. “You may not get me out of here. It smells so good… like coconut… and cotton candy.”

“Oh, Lord.” She starts the car, and it lurches forward. Muffled yells from outside the car hit my ears. “You’re delirious.”

“Gun it, babe.” My eyes float closed. “Get us the fuck outta here.”

The car loops around and around heading toward the exit. I don’t bother to open my eyes. We take a right and then another right, my body slides across the pebbled leather since the Honda doesn’t corner too well.

“Okay, almost there…” Val hits the gas again and the car speeds along a road. We must be close to the Strip now. A few minutes pass. Maybe it’s hours. Time’s a blur. So is my current reality.

“Are you with me, Q?”

“You never called me that before,” I say, my voice groggy.

“Admittedly, I’ve called you plenty of other things under my breath.”

“If I don’t get to a doctor soon, I’ll be calling you a widow. You know, from beyond the grave.”

“No way. Not after what we’ve been through. I’m going to take care of you.”

My eyes open a crack. I can’t make out much through the windows except palm fronds blowing in the hot wind. “In the biblical way, I hope.”

“In every way.”

A smile lifts my lips, and my eyelids crash down again. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe I’m hallucinating.

The car comes to a sudden and short stop. A door opens, and then a whoosh of hot air rushes over me. I grunt in pain when a strong arm peels me off the seat and pulls me to a standing position outside the car.

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