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“Don’t get too full of yourself,” I snapped at him, wiping that grin off of his face. “Just because I don’t want you anymore doesn’t mean you get to play with anyone else.”
And I walked away from him, terrified of the green monster he unleashed within me.
CHAPTER52
Juliette
As we’d strolled down the streets of Chicago back to the hotel, it didn’t escape me how tense Basilio and Dante were. First, I thought it had something to do with the incident back at the bar. But the moment two of Dante’s men pulled up and joined behind our husbands, I knew that wasn’t it.
“What is that about?” I asked my cousin as we entered The Ritz Carlton.
Wynter just shrugged, avoiding my eyes.
“Wynter,” I warned. “You know something.”
She shook her head, but still avoided my eyes. I gritted my teeth but didn’t push. I’d do that when we were alone.
“Juliette,” Dante had called out and I glanced over my shoulder. “I’ve got to take care of something. You and your cousin stay in the suite.” My eyebrows shot up at his order. “Pleasestay in the suite.”
I didn’t answer but Wynter did. “We will. You two be careful.”
And there was my confirmation that she knew what was going on. With the two bodyguards glued to us, we took the elevator up to the top floor to the Presidential Suite.
The moment the door of my hotel room closed, I Ieaned against it, let out a breath, then kicked off my shoes. Dante, being Dante, had someone bring a bag full of my clothes when he came knocking—correction, smashing—down the door.
Alone now with Wynter, I said, “Spill it.”
She blinked her eyes, giving me an innocent look. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Spare me. I won’t drop it until you spill it.” She knew me well enough to know that was the truth. “What’s going on?”
She sighed, pulling me to the other side of the suite and making me sit on the bed. My eyes flickered to the stack of letters and the envelope Kian had given me yesterday on the nightstand. I had yet to open any of them. I wasn’t even sure what held me back. Maybe it was the warning Kian gave me when we parted ways.
Wynter sat next to me and I waited for her to say something. When she didn’t, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Well?” I urged. “Don’t make me die of old age here before you start talking.”
“They got a tip,” she said, uncertain. She played with the hem of her shirt. “Sofia Volkov might be in the city.”
I straightened, my attention fully on her. “What? Really? Where?”
She shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. Two years ago, Sofia Volkov almost killed Basilio. Wynter’s crazy great-grandma was a bit on the psycho side.
Rubbing her stomach, Wynter leaned back against the pillows. For an Olympic ice-skater, she had gotten awfully lazy.
“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I wish I did. Maybe I could go there and talk to her.”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “You and I both know there’s no talking to that woman. She’s batshit crazy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, there’s that.”
“Do you have Basilio on the Find My iPhone app?” I asked her. Wynter’s light green eyes narrowed on me suspiciously.
“Well, if he’s moving, then we know he’s okay,” I reasoned, my tone slightly defensive. I didn’t have Dante on my app; otherwise I would have looked it up myself.
She tilted her head. “That’s actually a good idea.”
She pulled out her phone to open the app and we both leaned over it.
