Page 123 of The Vampire's Storm

“Forgot her fucking lunch lid.” One of the guards shook his head.

Nikolay studied her.

Shaking, she tried to lift the container, but his eyes slid down and then slowly back up to her.

“My mom was pissed at me for losing it.” She tried to laugh, but it came out jolty and high pitched. “I’ve looked on every floor. I can’t believe people steal Tupperware. It’s so rude, who—”

The doors pinged open, startling her, so she stopped her ramble. Without waiting for permission, she stepped in and prayed to every known god in human history that the mobster didn’t join her.

Apparently, she hadn’t repented enough because he did.

Oh god, please help me.

Talk about the longest elevator ride in the history of elevator rides. Brooklyn’s heart pounded in her ears like violent hail against a rooftop as she counted the floors.

This could be the end.

She would get to see Brad again. Then perhaps she could tell him how sorry she was.

Beside her, Nikolay watched her while she kept her eyes on the metal doors and clung to the Tupperware.

“Just buy another one,” he said in his thick accent.

“What?” Her head snapped to her right in surprise.

“Buy another one. To please your mother.” Nikolay nodded as if he was giving her an order.

“Sure.” She squeaked.

Then the doors opened and he strode out. She couldn’t move. Her legs almost gave out, and if anyone had been watching, it would’ve looked like she desperately needed the bathroom.

Which she did.

Because Brooklyn was sure she was going to throw up.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“She saw Nikolay?” Brayden growled and stalked to the window.

What the fuck?

“When?” Logan asked, dropping his feet to the floor and standing up abruptly.

Kurt glanced down at the message. “I don’t know. She just says she is in the restroom and that she’d come face-to-face with Nikolay.”

The hell?

“Ring her.” Brayden pointed at Kurt, who shook his head.

“We can’t. It will out her,” Craig said. “She’s safe and the strategy is working. Let’s stick to the plan.”

“She might have some information,” Brayden boomed.

Logan walked over to the kitchen area and then back again. Goddamn these mafia assholes and putting Brooklyn in the middle of this dangerous situation.

“Text her. Tell her to get out of there,” Logan demanded. “He knows who she is.”

Marcus twisted in his seat. “How?”

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