Almost an hour later, two men walked out of the back hallway and made a beeline for me. I stood, leaving my half-empty glass on the bar, and shuffled through the groups of people having a good time.
Was my first instinct to leave this place behind even if Ben was somewhere in the back? Yes.
I didn’t want to be within any feet of Cristian or his men.
anyGlancing over my shoulder, I pushed around people on a mission to get the hell out of here before they could catch me and kill me for whatever Ben had done to them. I bumped into someone’s chest and froze. A man about double the size of Ben’s tiny frame stood over me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I swallowed hard. “To the women’s room. I … I have to pee.” I crossed one leg over the other and pretended to have to pee my goddamn pan
