LUCKY: Security is waiting. They’ll take you through staff hallways and staircases the entire way.
A little over the top, don’t you think?
LUCKY: ??
Sorry, baby. We’ll be right there.
With a grin because our boy is adorably extra, I take Leo’s hand and leave the hotel room, immediately running into the security Luck was talking about.
“Chase?”
“Hi, Leo. Glad to see you again.”
I frown at the big ass dude who smiles at my girl before he starts leading us down the hall. “I’m Pete.”
“I know,” the fucker says as he glances back at me. “I know everyone in and out of that room.”
Leonor squeezes my hand in hers as I gear up to set his wagon for being snarky, quickly asking, “What happened to working at the mansion?”
Chase turns back around as we follow him down various winding halls and stairways. “It’s been closed for a while and Collinsworth hired what’s basically a SWAT team to keep an eye on it while everything is halted. So when the hotel was contracting out for added security, my boss sent us here.”
Listening to the two of them go back and forth a little more, I look this asshat up and down, noting how he’s dressed in street clothes, the concealed gun under his sweatshirt, and the fact that there is a weird familiarity about him.
I’m sure it’s from the mansion if that’s where he worked before but something about this guy gives me a weird feeling in my gut. One that Leonor would make me ignore since she doesn’t appear to share it.
“Where you headed today?” Chase asks as we finally make our way through the kitchen. “Anywhere fun?”
“Afraid not,” Leo says with an arched brow. “Unless you like having your insides medically photographed.”
I shoot her a look, unsure if it’s because she’s making light of something that is anything but, or if it’s because she’s getting a little too friendly with this ogre. “Come on, princess, we’re going to be late.”
Merging onto the highway,I roll my eyes as I listen to Lucky while he continues to panic over forgetting Leo’s insulin.
“I don’t know how I did it.”
“It’s fine, love.” Leo turns in the passenger seat, facing our boy wigging out in the back. “Wearegoing to be in a hospital, I’m sure they have some if I end up needing it.”
But he doesn’t hear her.
The same way he hasn’t heard me or anything else for the last ten minutes while he’s been ripping up the entire back half of the beast.
When he realized it wasn’t in her backpack, Lucky pulled over, searched every inch of the front and when he noticed how close we were cutting it to the appointment time, he made me drive so he could keep looking everywhere else.
Thank God Leonor seems to be pretty calm.
I know she’s not, not really.
She’s probably getting more and more anxious with each mile that passes and I wouldn’t doubt that she’s playing through every worst case scenario she can conjure right now. If it wasn’t for the distraction Lucius is providing, she’d probably be trying to take the wheel to turn us around.
So, I’ll be grateful for that.
And the fact that neither of them are paying enough attention to realize we’re being followed.
Checking my mirrors again, I squint at that motherfucking Lambo, the exact one we’ve been haunted by since the first night we were back together, who’s riding the ass of a car a couple behind us.
I noticed it almost right away, that car is hard to miss, and even though it’s kept its distance, I’ve seen it in the rear view for miles now.
It seems silly to follow us in such a flashy car and assume it wouldn’t get noticed but that’s my thing, aside from music I’m a car guy but even if I wasn’t, I’m not blind. I don’t have a clue what the douche is trying to do, though.
