Page 58 of Breakup Games

“What happened to the other guy I saw you with?” A man is talking, and it’s not Enzo’s voice, yet it’s familiar.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Mira presses.

“Mira, use the code word and let me know what you need,” I say but don’t get a response from her.

“Man, back the fuck off,” Enzo says and right as the band starts up again. He says something else but I can’t for the life of me make out what it is.

“Cory,” I say out loud as the other voice comes to me. “It’s her ex-husband.”

“Oh, shit.” Diego looks at me. Oh shit is right. “Let’s move.”

Diego throws me a bulletproof vest with big FBI letters written on the back.

“Keep the engine going,” I tell Evan and Diego and I roll out, running across the street to the bar. “FBI,” I tell the bouncer, holding up my badge. He steps aside and lets us in. A few people scream when they see us rush in, rightly so, and the band stops playing.

“Everybody freeze!” Diego shouts and I scan the room. I don’t see Mira or Enzo anywhere. Fuck! Then I spot Cory, leaning against the bar. I can tell from here that he’s wasted. “Where did they go?” I ask him.

“It’s you,” he sneers. “The asshole from the other day. She’s with another asshole, asshole.”

“Where did they go?” I repeat and Cory tries to shove me away.

“I had her first.”

“Yeah, and you fumbled that one, asshole.” I grab his arm and twist it behind his back. “Where did they go?”

“Out back.” Cory resists and tries to pull away. “You’re hurting me!”

“You’re hurting yourself, buddy.” Diego comes over and cuffs him while I run through the bar, leaving through the back. They’re nowhere to be seen. Fuck! I grab my phone and pull up the tracking for “Mya’s” phone. She’s moving fast so she’s in a car and it looks like she’s headed toward Aurélien Apartments on the Gold Coast.

Shit.

Not wasting another second, I start running down Dearborn Street. I call Evan as I run.

“Aurélien Apartments,” I rush out. “Get a car there and pick me up along the way.”

“I’m on it,” he says, able to see my location. I shove my phone back in my pocket and sprint, making two blocks before the van comes to a screeching stop along the side of the street. I throw the door open and jump in, and the tired squeal, taking off before the door is even closed.

“They just pulled up.” I say, taking in a breath as I look at my phone. We’re not far, but so much can happen in a little amount of time. Evan honks as we blow through an intersection and I jump out before the van is even stopped. I’m right outside the swanky apartments. The tracker put Mira inside just seconds ago. A black G-Wagon slowly rolls forward onto Clark Street and Evan gives me a nod, letting me know he saw it—and that they probably saw us. He’ll call for backup but I can’t wait that long.

Flashing my badge, the doorman hesitates but lets me in.

“I’m looking for a man, about five-six with dark hair who would have come in with a woman, also about five-six wearing a black dress.

“Elevators,” he tells me. “You just missed them.”

“Fuck.” I rush over and see that the elevator is already heading up, on level two. I press the button for the fifth floor and then sprint to the stairs. This is why I workout.

I’m out of breath when I get to the fifth floor, but I recover fast, stopping right in front of the door as the elevator dings to a stop. I pull out my gun, steadying myself. Please let them fucking be in here.

“Stop,” I hear Mira protest as the door opens. Enzo has her pressed up against the wall and one of the straps of her dress has been pulled to the side. I step in just enough to keep the elevator doors from closing.

“Lorenzo Moretti,” I start, eyes narrowing as I aim my gun right at him. “You’re under arrest.”

“I’m fine,”Mira assures me. “Really.”

We’re at her house, cuddled up on the couch. “I should have gotten there sooner. I never would have let you go inside that building alone.”

“I thought if I could get inside and then call, you’d have enough reason to search the place.”

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