Page 38 of Nothing to Do

“If he doesn’t want a fight in his club, he’ll have to exile someone.”

“But if he bars Deacon, he’d have to bar Logan, right?”

“Yes, oh, and, hey, remember that time Roxie got it on with Logan? Like a year ago, in London. Do you remember that? The pictures were all over the internet!”

“Oh, yeah!”

“So Zairn’s probably desperate for an excuse to bar Logan.”

“For putting his hands on Roxie, yes!”

“And he wouldn’t bar Roman, that would like half his numbers.”

The women swooned. “He is incredibly popular.”

Though she had no goddamn idea why.

“Is it popularity or people looking to cash in?” she asked. “Hangers-on have always been a feature in celebrity life.”

Alana snorted again. “Like you’d know.”

“Don’t bully my sister.”

Alessia’s affront was appreciated but unnecessary.

She laid a hand on her forearm. “The last thing we want is fighting in here. She’s right, I don’t know much about celebrity life.”

“If Thea knows Zane…” Lark said, drawing out the suspense. “Maybe she could ask him.”

“Ask him what?” she questioned only to then shake her head. “I don’t think I’ll see him again before we leave.”

She’d asked him to send someone to tell them when to be ready. Hopefully, he read between her deliberate lines and wouldn’t show up himself.

Alessia finally took note of her food and began to eat. “I don’t know why you think I’ll be safer without you here.”

“Alessia—”

“We came here for thirty days and I want to see it through. Yes, last night was… intense…”

“Alessia—”

“But no one was hurt. And you can’t blame Zane either. He came as soon as he heard what was going down.” True. “He didn’t abandon anyone or wrestle people to the ground. No one was hurt. He showed up, defused the situation, and got everyone back to their rooms safe.”

Not personally, but okay.

“Yeah,” Lark said. “If you think about it, he was kind of a hero.”

“A hero?”

“Yeah, swooping in to save the day. When you showed and he was worried about you, he didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“You think he doesn’t care about people?” Alana asked. “That he’s like some cynical, afraid to be sued heartless money-monger who thinks he’s superior to—”

“He’s not superior to anyone,” she said and sighed. “Are you sure you want to stay? Completely sure?”

“One hundred percent,” Alessia said and linked their hands. “It’s the right thing to do.”

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