Page 59 of Indiscreet

My breath staggered. “I’m with Mr. Westbrook and Mr. Carmichael. He came into their room and I caught him going through their things. He hurt me.”

Marco twisted my arms harder and I yelped. “Shut up. She’s hysterical.”

“I should probably call this in.” The guard took out his radio.

Marco guffawed. “You’re taking the word of a lying bitch over me?” He scoffed. “She hit me.” He let go of my arm then slapped me across my face, and I shrieked as stars filled my vision.

“Shit, man, you can’t hit them before the trade show. Vincent will be upset,” the guard said.

“Her face isn’t what they want her for anyway,” Marco replied with a snicker. “Vincent is my uncle and he runs this show, and you and no one else will do a damn thing about it. I don’t know who she is, and she won’t tell me, which is a problem. Just put this cunt in the limo. Send someone to clean their room so I can find out who she is.”

“If she’s with them, won’t they be looking for her?” the guard asked as he took control of my arms, which were now sore.

“Dane disappointed my uncle, so he’s uninvited to the trade show,” he said dismissively. “If he comes looking, tell them she left.”

“What about Elliott?” he asked. “He’ll want details.”

“Just give him a pick of the women,” Marco told him. “He’ll drop it. Hell, my uncle said he was trying to get rid of her last night, but Dane was acting like an asshole. We already have a plan for them anyway if they fuss too much.”

Marco left me with the guard, and I struggled in his arms. Something sharp bit into my skin and I swayed.

“Now that should keep you quiet,” the guard said as he slung me over his shoulder.

I could just make out drops of my blood on the deck as we moved away from the stairs then onto the boarding ramp before everything went dark.

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