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As soon as Maddie and I got home, I had Dante’s IT guys keep an eye on flights coming in and out from Virginia to Vegas for Jordan. I knew it was only a matter of time before the kid came after her. So, I’m not even the least bit surprised when Bobby calls me early one morning.
“Yeah?” I ask, knowing before he even says the words.
“Jordan Robertson just boarded a plane headed to Vegas.”
“Thanks, Bobby. Let me know when he lands,” I tell him. “Send his photo to casino security and tell them to pick him up at the front doors as soon as he walks in. Try to give them a time frame for when to expect him.”
“You got it,” he agrees before ending the call.
I don’t tell himnotto tell Dante. Telling someone not to do something just makes them do it faster.
Here’s hoping Dante is too busy house hunting with Vanessa and visiting with Cass and Cole on fall break to notice we have a new guest on the way.
It’s ridiculous how excited I am to see the kid. I know that he’s coming here for Maddie, but it’ll still be fun to play with him a little first. Before I let her have him? Jesus, I don’t know what the fuck I’ll do with him.
In fact, I decide not to even tell Maddie that he’s coming. He probably won’t be getting in until she has to go to work for the magician’s show tonight, so I’ll keep him company until she’s done.
Maybe I’ll just keep him until morning…
That would also be enough time for me to see if I can have another surprise rounded up and brought to town for him.
While I can’t wait to see Jordan again, his presence in town could really fuck me over.
Dante warned me that if I lied to him again, I was a dead man.
So, if Dante finds out I lied about the private investigator and that the real man Maddie fell for is a biker in the Savage King MC who is not only still alive but also in the city, he’ll be fucking furious with me. Bullet in the head mafia king furious.
And if Dante decides to string Jordan up in the basement and beat the truth out of him before killing him, Jordan might even be compelled to run his mouth about the shit I did with Maddie to save his own skin.
Fuck it.
It looks like I’m screwed either way, and Jordan probably is too, so we may as well enjoy ourselves tonight.
After all, it could be our last one on Earth.
Jordan
I knew I couldn’t just walk into the casino Maddie’s father owns and ask for her, but before I can even try to come up with a plan, I’m surrounded by big ass security guards all dressed in black who escort me straight to the elevator.
“Do any of you happen to know where I can find Madison Salvato?” I ask them when we’re all smushed together in the silent, stuffy elevator cabin.
Nobody responds to me. It’s like they’re all mute as the elevator…lowers to the basement floor?
That’s where I’m shoved by one into the dark, empty concrete room. I keep walking until some of the lights above our heads flip on. And then I hear it, the sound of a gun cocking behind me. I didn’t bother to bring mine since I knew I couldn’t get through airport security with it.
“Are you really going to kill me before I even tell you assholes why I’m here?” I ask the guard in disbelief, dropping my backpack from my shoulder to hold my palms up. “Where’s Eli? Let me talk to him.”
Finally, one of the men speaks, the one pointing his gun at me. “We don’t care why you’re here. Our orders were to bring you down here and make sure you can’t leave.”
“Great.” Spinning around in a slow circle, I see the hooks hanging from the ceiling and toolbox with a countertop full of all sorts of painful looking devices. “So, this is like Eli’s office, huh?”
“Put the cuffs on him,” the only guard who speaks directs two of the others who get right to work, snatching my wrists and slapping the cool, familiar metal over each of them.
Someone else operates the hook so that it lowers enough for the men to raise my arms over my head, snag in on the middle of the cuffs. Then, the hook is raised again until my toes almost touch the floor, but not quite.
“Are you going to cut my shirt and pants off me now or will Eli handle that?” I ask the security guards. They all freeze,eyes bulging, looking surprised at my knowledge of the torturer. “This isn’t my first rodeo with Eli. I was unconscious the first time when he undressed and restrained me.”
“How the hell are you still alive?” the guard with the gun asks me.
