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“I don’t like it any more than you do, but our hands are tied right now. He’s Sin’s ticket back home.”
“I want to break each of his fingers for touching her.”
I hike an eyebrow at Cade’s unusual outburst, but he isn’t looking at me. His gaze is settled on the entrance to the freezer, a darkness settling in their light golden depths.
“Agreed.” I frown. “But we know where she’s going after tonight. We won’t be far behind.”
“It’s dangerous for us to go there.” Cade’s tone is ominous, all things out of character for my usually optimistic and thoughtful brother.
“We won’t let anything happen to her,” I assure.
His eyes whip to mine. “I’m not talking about Sin’s safety.”
Garen lets out a burst of laughter. “He’s talking about all those ‘clients’ of hers. Who’s going to save them from us?”
I hum at this, still trying to wrap my mind around our fated Omega being so strong-willed she could make a living as a domme. Even if the profession was forced on her.
“We’ll do our best not to rock the proverbial boat until the time is right.”
Cade pushes off the wall he’d been leaning on. “And then, we’ll tear the whole thing down.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sin
He’s not here, either.
Fuck!
When I came to New York with Petrov, him abandoning me and vanishing into thin air was not even on my list of possible outcomes.
In our suite earlier, I eventually showered and changed clothes, waiting for him to return. When he didn’t come up the elevator more than three hours later, my panicked brain wouldn’t let me sit still. So, I stuffed my key in my pocket and took the elevator down to the first of the top floors that didn’t require a code to enter.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing there, honestly. I just needed some sign, anything, that Petrov hadn’t taken his jet and left me here in New York alone. That he wouldn’t go back to Mama and claim I ran away. That Matty wasn’t going to be in danger over something that could have been completely avoided.
If I hadn’t been so distracted by my—I mean, by those Alphas—then I would have been by Petrov’s side all night and there wouldn’t have been any way for him to have any ideas that I left him behind.
This is all my fault.
And this whole hotel feels completely abandoned. There’s no one wandering the halls, no one using ice machines, not a peep coming through any of the doors.
But, I suppose all the rich people are staying on the penthouse floors that require codes to enter, so I don’t have any access to them.
The final floor before hitting the lobby has a different feel to it. It looks older. Not dingy or anything, only not as updated as the rest of the floors. It reminds me of a hotel that I could actually afford. I mean, maybe not, considering the building itself must be so expensive, but it gives that vibe of not being untouchable.
The carpeting on the hallway floors is plain and brown, the walls are covered in cream wallpaper with tiny flowers in different shades, both darker and lighter, but the paper is in pristine condition, not a peeling section in sight. The doors are all solid wood, but the varnish isn’t as shiny as the other floors.
But this level is just as abandoned as the rest. Just as unsettling.
I return to the elevator with a sigh, tapping the L button to take me back to the main floor. It’s one of my final options to find Petrov before I puke with worry.
But not for him.
When the doors open, they make a musical ding that doesn’t ring on any of the other floors. A nice feature to not disturb the guests, but alert the lobby staff.
I walk over to the front desk where a young man stands alone, tapping on the screen in front of him. When he looks up, he smiles kindly.
“Good evening, ma’am. Happy New Year. How can I help you?”
