Page 180 of Volatile Obsessions

? In the Name of Love - Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha ?

Landing in Heathrow was surreal.

The last time I’d been here was more than ten years ago, and even the fifteen-year-old version of myself never imagined I’d come back. In fact, that was the plan as Suki and I barreled through the terminals, hoping we’d make it on the flight without incident.

Neither one of us had anything here, and we surely weren’t going to miss it either.

But plans change, and now, Rome needed me.

Despite what he’d done to me, despite how it all ended, he needed me.

It was that simple.

Vic was dangerous, so was Liza, apparently. Together they’d likely best me without question.

Yet I couldn’t leave the man I loved to die. If I didn’t come after him, he’d take his final breath under their rule.

And that was no way for the King to perish.

“So, do you have a plan?” Suki asked as we exited the airport, throwing on our coats. Unlike Miami, the U.K. actually experienced all four seasons.

I slipped my carry-on over my shoulder. “No, but we should probably get to a hotel in the mean time. Vic hasn’t text me the information yet and I’m not about to wander the streets waiting for him.”

“Well, let’s get a taxi then, shall we?”

Nodding, I glanced around in search of one as well. “Did you tell Rams?”

Suki froze for a beat, then turned back toward me with an exaggerated smile on her face. “No.”

“Suk, really?!”

“I didn’t want her worrying!” she explained, drawing several eyes in the near vicinity our way.

“Because leaving without telling her isn’t going to worry her?” I whisper-hissed.

Reaching for my hand, Suki pulled me to her side and laced her fingers with my own, offering a supportive squeeze. “I’ll call her, okay? What we need to focus on is a plan.”

“And yet, we can’t do that without that damned information. I can’t map shit out if I don’t know where they are.”

“Have you text him since landing?” She waved an arm manically as a cab slowed within the airport traffic.

“No.”

“Do it then. Let me worry about about the taxi.”

As Suki went about whistling and bouncing around to get us some transportation, I fished my phone out of my bag, powered it on, and opened my thread with Vic. He still hadn’t responded to my last message before take off, but I assumed it was done with purpose, as was the way our call ended so abruptly after I’d bought my ticket.

Scare tactics and all that shit.

Me: Just landed.

I waited and waited, boring into the screen impatiently, but nothing came through until we were actually in the back of the cab several minutes later.

Vic: Excellent.

Me: Where’s the info?

Vic: What info?

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