Dante voiced. “Now that we’ve met, maybe I should move out here to California so we can see each other more often.”
That comment almost made me choke on my food. “What? Move?” I asked as I swallowed down the food that I almost coughed up.
“We don’t have to see each other every night. Just maybe weekends I can come over we can share in some festivities.”
Festivities? What the hell was he getting at?
I looked up at his face and my eyes locked into his again. There were those amazing pupils. Indescribable eyes that suddenly made everything seem okay.
“I guess that wouldn’t be bad.” I wasn’t sure where that came from, but my mind wasn’t even trying to process it.
“Have some more wine,” Dante insisted, waving his hand to my half-full glass.
“I usually don’t drink while I’m eating my food. I’m a before and after kind of girl.”
“It won’t hurt you,” he said, and again, he looked into my eyes.
My hand almost moved on its own, and I took several big gulps of my wine. After I sat my glass down, I started in on my salad again, and Dante dug into his shrimp.
There was a bit of heaviness on my eyes—probably just from drinking so much wine—and as I let off a slow yawn, my phone began ringing again.
Kim again. What the hell?
I would’ve probably ignored it, but she sent me a text while the phone was ringing that said Answer Now! Extremely Important!
“Sorry again,” I told Dante as I stretched my arms out and stood slowly. I waddled back to ladies’ restroom, feeling myself growing more and more drowsy as I took each step. What the hell was going on? I hadn’t drunk that much wine.
I made it to the ladies’ restroom, and leaned my weight on the door. As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted with a jolting shock.
“Enigma?”
“You’re coming with me,” he said and grabbed me forcefully be the wrist. “And didn’t I tell you to call me Nick?”
“What are you doing, Nick?” I wanted to protest, but something in me just told me to go with whatever he said.
“I’m getting you out of here.” He started pulling back through the bathroom door.
“Out of here? Okay… Let’s go.” I’m not even sure where those words were coming from or why I was being compliant. I had totally lost control. Anywhere he wanted to take me, I’d go.
I only made it two more steps out the door before I completely blacked out.
Chapter 15
Nick
T hank god I had Kim’s number and she was willing to trust me enough to do what I asked. I told her to call Angel and get her whereabouts no matter what she said. There was a risk that Angel would be pissed that I told Kim that she was out on a date with a man, but it was worth stirring up a little bit of trouble if it meant saving her from a potentially bad situation, and when I told Kim that there was a threat of danger, she was more than happy to help.
I didn’t want her to tell Angel that we were coming or say anything that raised suspicions, just in case Rick got word and changed locations before we arrived.
The second call was ordered once we arrived at the restaurant, and Ziv, Cobra, and I all headed for the ladies’ restroom. I had them wait outside in the shadows while I waited inside of the door. Thank goodness no other women walked in on me.
I took my two wings just in case Rick decided to get physical. I highly doubted that he would—I was bigger and in way better shape than him—but you never know what kind of dirty tricks a guy like him had up his sleeves. It turns out my two friends were more than handy now that I was walking around with a sack of potatoes.
“Take her to my car,” I said as I handed off the half-conscious Angel to Ziv and Cobra. She was still standing, barely, but she was clearly out of her normal state of mind. The fucker must have drugged her shortly before we arrived. Or maybe he had some crazy, new hypnotizing spells? He was a renowned hypnotist.
As the boys walked Angel out of one of the
That comment almost made me choke on my food. “What? Move?” I asked as I swallowed down the food that I almost coughed up.
“We don’t have to see each other every night. Just maybe weekends I can come over we can share in some festivities.”
Festivities? What the hell was he getting at?
I looked up at his face and my eyes locked into his again. There were those amazing pupils. Indescribable eyes that suddenly made everything seem okay.
“I guess that wouldn’t be bad.” I wasn’t sure where that came from, but my mind wasn’t even trying to process it.
“Have some more wine,” Dante insisted, waving his hand to my half-full glass.
“I usually don’t drink while I’m eating my food. I’m a before and after kind of girl.”
“It won’t hurt you,” he said, and again, he looked into my eyes.
My hand almost moved on its own, and I took several big gulps of my wine. After I sat my glass down, I started in on my salad again, and Dante dug into his shrimp.
There was a bit of heaviness on my eyes—probably just from drinking so much wine—and as I let off a slow yawn, my phone began ringing again.
Kim again. What the hell?
I would’ve probably ignored it, but she sent me a text while the phone was ringing that said Answer Now! Extremely Important!
“Sorry again,” I told Dante as I stretched my arms out and stood slowly. I waddled back to ladies’ restroom, feeling myself growing more and more drowsy as I took each step. What the hell was going on? I hadn’t drunk that much wine.
I made it to the ladies’ restroom, and leaned my weight on the door. As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted with a jolting shock.
“Enigma?”
“You’re coming with me,” he said and grabbed me forcefully be the wrist. “And didn’t I tell you to call me Nick?”
“What are you doing, Nick?” I wanted to protest, but something in me just told me to go with whatever he said.
“I’m getting you out of here.” He started pulling back through the bathroom door.
“Out of here? Okay… Let’s go.” I’m not even sure where those words were coming from or why I was being compliant. I had totally lost control. Anywhere he wanted to take me, I’d go.
I only made it two more steps out the door before I completely blacked out.
Chapter 15
Nick
T hank god I had Kim’s number and she was willing to trust me enough to do what I asked. I told her to call Angel and get her whereabouts no matter what she said. There was a risk that Angel would be pissed that I told Kim that she was out on a date with a man, but it was worth stirring up a little bit of trouble if it meant saving her from a potentially bad situation, and when I told Kim that there was a threat of danger, she was more than happy to help.
I didn’t want her to tell Angel that we were coming or say anything that raised suspicions, just in case Rick got word and changed locations before we arrived.
The second call was ordered once we arrived at the restaurant, and Ziv, Cobra, and I all headed for the ladies’ restroom. I had them wait outside in the shadows while I waited inside of the door. Thank goodness no other women walked in on me.
I took my two wings just in case Rick decided to get physical. I highly doubted that he would—I was bigger and in way better shape than him—but you never know what kind of dirty tricks a guy like him had up his sleeves. It turns out my two friends were more than handy now that I was walking around with a sack of potatoes.
“Take her to my car,” I said as I handed off the half-conscious Angel to Ziv and Cobra. She was still standing, barely, but she was clearly out of her normal state of mind. The fucker must have drugged her shortly before we arrived. Or maybe he had some crazy, new hypnotizing spells? He was a renowned hypnotist.
As the boys walked Angel out of one of the
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