Chapter 36
Killian
We’re about fifteen minutes into our car ride back to the penthouse when I notice that something is amiss.
The windows in the limo are tinted so dark, they’re hard to see out of.
But I’ve had a growing feeling of unease for the entire ride, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.
I thought I was just tired at first. It sucks that Angelo didn’t show tonight, and I know how upset Mia is.
I’m upset, too, but not like she is. I hate not being able to fix things for her, and I wanted nothing more than to take Angelo out tonight.
But it dawns on me now, what had me feeling so off.
Our drive should’ve had more stops, more turns; the route from The Heights to the penthouse is filled with red lights and stop signs. There's a million little side streets you need to turn down to get to and from the hotel.
We’ve been going straight for much too long, without any sign of stopping.
The window is up, so the driver can’t see me at all. I don’t want Mia to panic, but I know that there’s a huge possibility that Angelo did show up tonight; just not in the way we thought he was going to.
We had men outside guarding the hotel, so I have no fucking idea how Angelo was able to weasel his way in and take over our car service, but I have no doubt right now that that’s what’s going on.
“Mia,” I say quietly, and she snaps her eyes open, looking up at me.
I bring my face close to her ear, trying to be as quiet as possible.
“Don’t panic, Kitten,” I say quietly. “I think that one of Angelo’s men is driving the limo right now.”
I hear her sharp intake of breath, and she sits back, looking at me wide-eyed.
I quickly take my phone out, shooting off a text to Asher. I send him my location before I slip my phone back in my pocket.
I have no idea where they’re taking us, and I don’t know how much time we have.
“Mia, listen to me,” I say quietly. “When the car stops, I’ll have my gun ready. I want you behind me. I need you to listen to everything that I tell you to do, Kitten-"
My words die in my throat when I feel the car slam its brakes on.
We’re both jostled out of our seats, and Mia’s shrill scream is the last thing that I hear as the car tips on it’s side, and my head smacks into the window.
My entire world goes dark, and I fade away into the night.