Page 93 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Hurry up,” she told him. “Be sure to sit next to me. I want you close to me at all times.” She hung up without saying goodbye.

Raz looked to Leo. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one getting stabbed tonight.”

“Should I have a medic on standby?”

Raz nodded. “And the cleaning crew, too. Just in case they break things.”

Leo nodded. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t fallen in love with Trevor’s ex-wife.”

“Don’t call her that. She’s not Trevor’s ex-wife. She’s my future wife.”

“You mean your future widow. At this rate, she’s going to be the death of you.”

“To be my widow, she’ll have to marry me first. As long as she lets me live long enough to give her my last name, I’m okay with it.”

Leo chuckled before saying, “I’m glad the woman I liked rejected me. It’s safer to be single. I’ve got a feeling this date is going to end up how my mom likes her steak,bloody.”

Raz sighed. He had a plan that could possibly turn things around. First, he had to make a call. What he was about to do would piss Cas off. Cas probably wouldn’t talk to him for a long time after this.

Hell, he may never speak to Raz again. But his brother had left him no choice. Raz unlocked his phone and made the call.Forgive me, brother. But I’m out of options.

Chapter Nineteen

MONIQUE

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Monique had wanted Orazio seated next to her so she could keep an eye on him. But as soon as she sat down in the middle chair, Meka sat in the chair next to her. Toya rushed around the table to try to sit in the chair across from Meka.

Their plan had been to separate Meka and Cas so they could figure out what was going on with their friend. Unfortunately, Toya wasn’t quick enough. Cas beat her to the chair. Toya glared down at Cas as he plopped down in the seat before she could.

He didn’t even notice her glare. He only had eyes for Meka, who was staring down at the table like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Had their friend lost her damn mind? Monique sighed in frustration as Toya walked around the table and sat down next to Monique.

Toya leaned over to whisper in Monique’s ear, “How much time would we get if we killed him in his casino?”

“No time,” Monique answered.

Toya’s eyes widened. “You think the police would believe it was self-defense?”

“You misunderstood me. If you killed him in the casino, I don’t think we’d have to worry about the police because we wouldn’t make it out of here alive.”

“Oh,” Toya mumbled, excitement fading. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

The waiter didn’t approach the table until Raz was seated across from Monique, and the security guard was seated across from Toya. As the waiter handed them their menus, Toya unwrapped her silverware.

“Why isn’t there a knife in here?” Toya asked, looking over at Monique to see if she had a knife.

Monique quickly unwrapped her silverware and found only a spoon and a fork. Cocking her head to the side, she glared at Raz. He smiled at her as the waiter answered Toya.

“Miss, there’s no need for a knife tonight. Our specials tonight are a variety of soups and salads.”

“Soups and salads!” Toya and Monique exclaimed.

Raz!This had to be his doing. Trying not to let her irritation show, Monique opened the menu, hoping this was just a joke. Her eyes widened as she stared at the soup and salad selections.

What the hell? She stared around the room. This wasn’t a damn soup and salad shop. There was a picture on the wall of a juicy steak. According to the words on the picture, this restaurant had the best steaks in the south.

Another picture stated that their signature barbecue sauce had won awards. So, why the hell were they only serving soups and salads when they were known for their steaks and their barbecue?

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