Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Mason narrowed his eyes but lowered his voice and injected a respectful tone. Smart man.
“Hello, Roman. How are you?”
“I’m good. What brings you to my city?” he said, emphasizing the fact that Mason was within his territory.
“I’m trying to locate my rogue sister.”
Roman frowned. “The last time I spoke with him, Luca said she was heading home on the weekend.”
“She didn’t come home. She left me a voice mail, saying she’d let me know her schedule when she had made up her mind. I haven’t been able to get hold of her since.”
“And you came to me because…? Shouldn’t you be in touch with Luca and in Toronto?”
Mason held up his phone. “She hasn’t returned my calls. Nor has your brother. My tracker shows me she is here. It was turned off Saturday, and when it came to life this morning, it showed her in this hotel.” He stepped forward, lowering his voice. “If your brother is fucking with my sister, I will end him.”
Roman grunted. “You might have to get in line.”
Roman glanced at me, and I headed to the front desk, getting Maurice to pull up the information I needed. “Did Luca check in to his suite this weekend?”
“No. It shows empty. But…”
“But?” I asked.
“I saw him here early Sunday. It slipped my mind until later, and I checked but saw his suite wasn’t being used. However, when I was going through reports earlier, I saw his credit card.”
“So he checked in to a different room and is paying for it?” I was confused.
“I believe so. I wasn’t at the desk. I doubt the younger staff would have recognized him.”
“What room?”
He tapped the screen, and I read it, my eyes widening. “Is he still there?”
“It is booked until Wednesday.”
“Thank you.”
I strode back to Roman.
“Is he here?” Roman inquired. “He isn’t answering his phone.”
“Yes.”
“Take Mason to my office. I’ll go find Luca, and we’ll clear this up.”
“A word,” I said quietly.
With a frown, Roman stepped to the side, his gaze angry. “What the hell is going on?”
“I think I should go get him.”
“Why?”
“Luca checked in to another room—not his suite.”
“Why would he do that?”
I glanced at Mason, who was watching us, his gaze dark and intense. I angled myself so he couldn’t see Roman’s face.
“He checked in to the honeymoon suite, Roman. And he isn’t alone.”
Roman’s eyebrows shot up. “Holy fuck.”
Roman escorted Mason to the private office on the top floor, deciding it might be best if I fetched Luca. Mason’s men stayed on the main floor.
The upstairs office wasn’t a place Roman usually brought anyone outside his circle, but I had a feeling he knew this wasn’t going to be pretty. Extra bodies were not welcome. Surprisingly, Mason didn’t argue.
I went to the honeymoon suite to fetch Luca. I hoped he would tell Mason that his sister was still in Toronto and he was here with someone else. I prayed to God he hadn’t lost her. Or even worse, was in the honeymoon suite with her. I wasn’t sure I had enough bullets in my gun to protect him and Roman.
My hopes were dashed when Luca opened the door wearing nothing but a robe and a scowl. Following behind him, a woman I recognized from a picture I had seen. She was average height, with golden-brown hair, dark eyes, and a pretty smile. Attractive and intelligent-looking. But at the moment, she was looking disheveled and tired. The entirely wrong kind of tired right now.
“What the hell are you doing here, Aldo?”
I indicated the woman behind him. “Mason is here. Looking for her.”
She gasped, leaving me in no doubt that she was Justine. Luca grimaced. “Fuck. I thought we had more time.”
“He’s in Roman’s office. You need to come now.” I paused. “Or, once you’re dressed.”
He shut his eyes. “Give us ten minutes.”
“I’ll wait.”
“I know my way.”
“I am not walking into that office without her. Mason is beyond pissed and trigger-happy. I am not getting my balls shot off so you can play hide the salami with a princess.”
“Hey,” Luca snapped. “Show my wife some respect.”
I gaped at him.
His wife?
Holy shit, this was worse than I thought.
“I’ll wait.”
I opened the office door, walking in first. Behind me, Luca held Justine’s hand firmly in his. Roman and Mason were already standing, glasses of scotch in their hands. Mason looked between Luca and Justine, fury in his glance.
“If you have fucked around with my sister, I will end you.” He slammed his empty glass down on Roman’s desk. “I will kill all of you.”
Before I could speak, Justine did. “Oh relax, Mason. Do you ever get tired of blowing smoke? No one is killing anyone.”
Roman focused his attention on Luca. “Explain. You said she was going home this weekend. Why is she here, with you, in my hotel, and why isn’t she answering her brother’s calls?”