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Dom even has Nero’s attention. “We pulled into the motel lot right behind your lady. She sat in her car for a few minutes before getting out, and right before she did, Hans exited one of the top floor rooms, and hopped down the steps right in front of her fucking car.”
“Hans?” I feel sick. “Did he see her?”
Dom shakes his head. “He turned the other way, and left on foot, moving behind the building.”
“Address,” Nero snaps.
Dom repeats the name of the motel. “Upper level, second room from the left. We weren’t really in a position to go check it out, otherwise we would have.”
I toss Nero the keys for the car and then he’s out the door.
Dom and I stare at each other.
We put up with Dom because Chicago is close and he’s better than some of the alternatives. A realDevil you knowsituation.
We don’t have enough history together for me to really trust him, but I know Savannah ran away from me because she was scared.
I know, from watching my home security cameras, that she overheard part of a phone conversation and jumped to some incorrect conclusions. I know that she drove all the way here to get away from me, putting herself in danger. And I know that if someone like Hans ever got his hands on her, I’d tear the entire fucking world apart to get her back.
If she’d gotten out of her car sooner, and if Dom hadn’t been there…
I hold my hand out for the head of the Chicago mafia and he shakes it. “I owe you one. Now tell me where she is.”
He points to the exposed staircase at the far end of the great room, and my lungs expand on a deep inhale.
Play time is over, Wife.
CHAPTER40
Savannah
A poundingon the front door is the first sign that King is here.
I press my hands to the slab of wood in front of me.
Raised voices are the second.
Raisedvoice. King’s.
I press my ear to my door.
I knew King was coming. Dom told me he was. But knowing he’s out there…
My pulse skips into triple time, because I want to see him.
I want to see him, even though he’s the reason I left. And nothing has changed.
Leaning closer, I try to make out the words, but I can’t.
The car ride over from the motel was silent and stressful, and when we got here, Dom showed me to this room, saying that I could rest.
But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t.
It looks like an unused guest bedroom. And Dom didn’t lock me in, but he didn’t have to. I don’t know him, or any of the men I saw watching me as I walked through the massive apartment.
So, I’ve just been standing here pacing the floor, for I don’t know how long, but it feels like forever.
Feels like forever since I overheard the conversation this morning.