Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
I take my time and dress then lie back on the bed as I wait for her to return. I glance at the clock knowing we need to get going soon. My mind runs over the conversation I am going to have tonight at The Snake Pit. I need to ask where to sell something without telling them what I have to sell. It’s a fine line. I’m just going to ask where to sell jewelry. I think that that seems like the safest option. For half an hour I wait. Where the frigging hell is she? I thought she wanted to come? I could have gone and been back by now. I take out my phone and message her.
How long are you going to be? We have to leave?
I wait for a reply, but it doesn’t come. I text again.
I’m coming down. We will eat down there?
I watch my phone as I wait for a reply. For fuck’s sake. I grab my wallet and keys and head down to the elevator. My phone beeps as the door opens and I get in. It reads:
I will sort the diamonds. Don’t worry yourself.
I frown and text back.
What are you talking about? Are you at the restaurant getting us dinner?
I wait for a reply. It doesn’t come. The doors of the elevator open and I enter the foyer and glance around in search of her. What’s going on? Have they got her? I start to panic. I dial her number and it rings out, no answer. I walk into the restaurant and glance around nervously, but she’s not here, either.
Shit.
I half run to the reception desk. “Excuse me, did you see where my wife went?” I ask.
The girl frowns. “Carlos,” she calls the doorman and he comes over from his place at the door.
“Did you see where Mr. Williams’ wife went?”
He frowns as he thinks for a moment. “Yes, she caught a cab.”
“Was she alone?” I frown as a million thoughts run through my mind.
“Yes, I believe so, sir.”
“Do you know where she went?”
“She asked the driver to take her to The Snake Pit,” the doorman replies.
My face drops. “Are you sure?” I frown.
He nods. “Yes.” He hesitates for a moment. “I thought it was odd.”
What is she doing now? Why does she go crazy and ruin my plans every fucking time? I hurry out the front and jump into the backseat of the cab.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
“The Snake Pit.” I glare out the window as the cab drives me through the night. I cannot believe her. I cannot fucking believe her. I shake my head in annoyance. Every time she gets a pea brain idea in her head, she runs off on a tangent and ruins everything. My mind goes to Vikinos and her damn stupid shooting spree that nearly got us killed—still could get us killed, if we are being honest. I had that all worked out. I was going to poison him quietly and nobody could have ever blamed me.
But no.
She didn’t even shoot the right guy.
It infuriates me just thinking of it. What a fuck up.
And now, just when we are about to actually meet someone who could make a huge difference in the price we get, she goes and does this.
She will fuck this one up, too. I can already see it coming.
She thinks she’s so gangster and can handle herself, yet when it comes down to it, she has no idea what she is playing at.
She could be up to an hour in front of me. Like a fool I waited for her to come back to the room.
I’m so fucking mad that when I do see her, she had better run. The cab finally pulls up in front and I slowly get out and look around. The club is in a slum area and looks run down. The bouncers on the door are as seedy as all hell.
I blow out a calming breath and walk in through the dark wood double doors in the dimly lit foyer. The club is large and has circular tables scattered throughout. The music is loud and sounds like Cumbia style. The place is about half full. I can see through an archway leading into another room and there are pool tables with low hanging lights hanging over them. My eyes scan the room for her. Where is she?
Where the hell is she?
The whole back wall is a bar and the waitresses are scantily dressed. One attractive brunette immediately catches my eye and she smiles sexily in my direction. Back in the day, she would have been right up my alley, but that was before I met Rosh and her ten personalities. I like about four of her personalities. I’m in love with about three of them and the other three I hate with a passion.