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LYRIC
We listen as the phone rings through the car speakers, waiting for Lennon to pick up. All hell has broken loose. Jimmy came out of hiding and is now missing. Rumor is he went to Rhode Island and caused issues there; I need to verify if it’s true. It’s been months since he was last seen. I’ve searched but can’t find anything on him. He’s completely disappeared. I’m starting to worry, but I have to focus on what’s going on here.
After Lennon’s plan to get her half sister Sparrow away from her boyfriend had quickly turned from bad to worse, the Bratva set out on a mission to rescue them. Sparrow’s boyfriend, Andrei, the head of the Las Vegas Bratva, would stop at nothing to protect the woman he loves. Now another hacker is looking into our background because Ainsley and I are associated with Lennon.
“Where are you?” Ainsley asks when Lennon finally picks up.
“Almost to your place,” she answers.
“Don’t go there. Ric said it’s not safe now.”
I roll my eyes and clarify that’s not what I said.
“Ainsy, what am I supposed to do?” Lennon rattles on about how the friend Ainsley had convinced to help execute her plan had turned on her. Then they were captured by Sparrow’s deranged stepbrother, and Sparrow had to kill him in order for them to escape. As she runs out of breath, she informs us she’s been claimed by Dmitri, a Bratva man.
My head is spinning when she is done.
“Meet us at your place,” Ainsley says.
“No. Dmitri will know all about that place. That’s why I’m going to you.”
Ainsley pulls off to the side of the road as we try to come up with something.
“Okay, meet us at the Bellagio. We’ll get a suite and hide out there,” Ainsley says, and I shake my head. This is just another excuse for Ainsley to get pampered and spend more of Leni’s money.
“Turn off your phone as soon as you hang up with us,” I instruct, just in case they are tracking her phone.
“Okay.” She hangs up, and we get back on the road.
“I can’t believe you are going to use her this way. She needs us.” I look at Ainsley.
“Well, we need her money.” My twin doesn’t take her eyes off the road. I hope one day my sister learns her lesson and stops using people.
We arrive at the hotel within minutes of each other. While Lennon checks in, we wait near the elevators. Once we’re inside, she hands us each a card key.
“What’s a matter, Len?” I wrap an arm around her as I ask. I think she’s falling for the big Russian who claimed her.
“I-I can’t talk about it.” She takes a big gulp of air as a teardrop streaks down her cheek.
When we get inside the suite, Lennon crashes on the couch and pulls one of the pillows over her head. I rub her back, trying to soothe her. She’s extremely emotional, unlike Ainsley, who is always so cold. I like the way Lennon shares her feelings. She doesn’t hold back on hugs or telling me she loves me.
“Hey, it can’t be that bad.” I sit beside her and hold her to me when she sits up.
We have a similar bone structure in the face, and she and I are closest in hair color between the three of us. But that’s where the likeness ends.
“It is that bad,” she says softly as she buries her head in my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have tried to help Sparrow. She could have been hurt or killed for that matter.”
“It’s not your fault that she chose to be with a jerk in the Bratva,” Ainsley says from her seat across from us. She’s already looking at the spa schedule and room service menu. I knew she suggested this place for her sake only and not Leni’s. “We should have a spa day tomorrow, and let’s order expensive food off the menu tonight.” She smiles big. It’s kind of creepy how sinister that smile looks right now.
A knock on the door breaks us from our conversation, and we watch as Leni moves to answer it. Her body goes rigid when she looks through the peephole.
“It’s my dad,” she says, but Ainsley and I are already hiding in one of the three bedrooms.
We leave the door open a crack so we can hear what is going on. I hate that Ainsley won’t let Lennon tell her father about us. I hope it’s so Lennon can deny us if we are caught, but I suspect it’s much worse.
“Hey, Daddy.” Her voice is quiet, and I can hear the pain in it. He pushes his way into the suite and stands over her.
“This needs to end, Lennon. I’m done,” he barks. “You can’t keep living like a spoiled brat. It’s my fault. I should have done more.”
