Page 150 of High Roller

“We should go check on her,” I say, racked with guilt.

“It had to be Finn. But how would he have gotten into place so fast?”

“I don’t know,” Victor growls. He’s typing frantically on his phone, clearly not paying full attention to me.

“Is Grace safe?” I whisper.

That gets his attention, and he puts the phone down. “She’s fine. I just confirmed. Give me your hands.”

I do as he asks, and he reaches under the seat in front of him and withdraws a first aid kit. For the rest of the ride back to his house, he doctors the scrapes on my hands and face.

“Is Trinity OK? Please find out. I’m going insane with worry. I will never be able to live with myself if she dies because of me.”

“Shhh. Liliana, I need you to be calm right now. We’ll get updates on Mrs. Novak as soon as they’re available. I promise.”

Victor’s phone rings. “I have to take this.”

“Matteo, slow the fuck down. I’m aware Trinity got shot. I was there.”

Victor’s face becomes a mask of rage, and I wish I could hear what Matteo is saying on the other end. “No. God damn it. None of this is our fault. He’s the one who came up with this crazy scheme. I’m sorry about his wife. That shouldn’t have happened. But we didn’t cause this.”

He blows out a breath as Matteo shouts something I can’t quite make out.

“Keep us updated. I’m taking her to be with Grace.”

My body relaxes as I hear that I’ll get to hold Grace soon.

“What’s wrong? Other than the obvious.” I ask when he puts his phone on the seat beside him.

“Hunter is on the warpath. His wife needs surgery but things are dicey and right now she’s too unstable to go under the knife. She might not make it. He’s already canceled Skylar’s residency for the next week and he’s threatening to fire all three of us plus cut contracts with Luke’s company if the worst happens.”

I let out a long, slow whistle as Victor relays the litany of demands.

“The shooter was aiming for me. You know that, right? He saw Trinity with you and assumed it was me even though the hair color was wrong.”

Victor’s expression is grim as he picks up my hand and kisses my fingers. “I’m trying not to focus on that right now.”

“Is it safe to go back to your place? Hunter said something about not wanting to lead anyone there.”

Victor nods. “It will be fine, Spitfire. We are taking evasive measures, and if the sniper thinks he shot you, they are focused on that SUV.”

It takes more than an hour to get to Victor’s house, and when we do, Grace is pacing on the front porch.

“Do you want to kill her or should I?” I ask Victor as he jumps out of the car.

“We can do it together,” he snaps as he stalks toward her.

“Gracelynn Marsh, get your ass back in the house right now.”

She jumps at his command and immediately jerks the door open.

“I was fine. There are guards everywhere.”

“And a woman who was surrounded by guards is currently in surgery and hanging on by a thread,” I snap as I step into the living room. “Don’t put yourself at risk. Especially not for me. Understood?”

Her eyes water as I pull her into a hug. “I’m so glad you weren’t shot. My heart is broken for the other woman, but I’m so glad you’re home.”

“We’re going upstairs,” Victor says gruffly. “Lili is scraped up and needs to rest.”

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