Page 207 of Hateful Games

“That she’s spending a few days with Rosalie and Iris at your place since you’re making Rosalie miserable and will be gone on a business trip.”

I disregard the remark about me making her miserable.

“I was told they’re at your house since you’re away.” I chuckle under my breath at their smart plan. They counted on us never willingly talking to each other or running into one another. “You just said yes?”

“I was promised things.”

Shaking my head, I pull out my phone to call my wife right away. Then I remember the little hellion has blocked me. Also, her phone is never around her. “Call Iris and see if she spills.”

“No need,” cuts in Dash. Scrolling on his phone, he states, “They obviously don’t want to be found since they went to such lengths to keep us in the dark. I’m guessing they’re at Bianca’s old apartment.”

“How exactly will you know? You calling her?”

“No.”

“How then?”

“Tracker.”

My brows rise at his unapologetic tone with which he spills the psychotic detail. I’m impressed and inspired. “You have a chip on your woman without her knowledge?”

His cold stare rises to mine, fingers pausing. “You don’t?”

“After tonight, I will. Not that I’ll be letting her out of my sight or house anytime soon once I have my hands on her.”

“Iris’s phone is switched off,” shares Nathan, voice concerned.

“Mine has me blocked.”

“Jesus Christ,” chortles Justin. “You all should see your faces.”

Pointing behind him, I ask, “Is that… the spitfire?”

“Where?” his barks, looking over his shoulder.

Slowly, he turns back with his face red. I’m betting from embarrassment, not anger. I smirk. “My bad. You should see your face.”

“Fucker.”

My amusement dies when I notice Dash’s jaw flexing and his expression becoming grim. I demand, “What? Where are they?”

His green eyes lift to mine. “Vegas.”

The city crawling with booze, drugs, and horny men. And our girls are all alone. Without protection. God knows causing what sorts of chaos.

My little hellion is in so much trouble.

“We’ll take my jet,” I say to Dash.

Chapter Fifty-three

Rosalie

Vegas is a blast.

So lively and glitzy that I’ve been starstruck since we’ve landed. The city is a glittering jewel at night and buzzing with thrills.

Why didn’t I come here sooner? Now that I have, I tempted to stay and never leave.

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