“I’m looking for Cristian,” I said, my heart thumping against my chest.
I stood in his club, near the bar, tapping my foot on the ground and chewing on the inside of my lip. I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve been at work, sucking up to my boss to let me off easy after showing up late to work again yesterday because I had stayed up all hours of the night, worrying about my lovely, honest fiancé.
honestThe bartender walked over to one of Cristian’s many guards. After taking one long look at me, the guard nodded, gesturing to follow him down the hallway. I swallowed hard and fumbled with my fingers.
Why was I here again? I should’ve been long gone, out of the damn state by now.
I stood a good foot shorter than the man as we walked beside each other down the long corridor and to one of the
