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"What?" A new voice rings out. "What will you do?"
I swivel around, ensuring my body is between her and whoever’s walked in.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
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Victoria
"Antonio," I try to scramble off the counter, only Saint steps back, imprisoning me.
"What game are you trying to play, Victoria?" Antonio’s hard voice fills the space.
I shove against Saint; he doesn’t move. He may as well have turned into a concrete wall. "I need to talk to him," I mutter, keeping my voice to a whisper.
Saint’s shoulders bunch.
"You can talk from where you are."
Right.I glance down at myself, then do up my buttons. I give his back another shove; he still doesn’t move. I huff, then peek around him, "What are you doing here?" I scowl at Antonio. "I thought you'd be on your way back to Sicily by now?"
"Sicily?" Saint exclaims.
"Shit." I clap my palm over my mouth.
"The hell?" Antonio looks between us, then folds his arms over his chest. "You bugged the USB drive?" He glowers at me, "You thought I wouldn’t find out?"
"Bugged?" I blink, "I didn’t."
"That was me," Saint says.
"What?" I exclaim.
Antonio swears under his breath, "I should have trusted my instincts and left when I had a chance."
"That, you should have," says another voice.
Antonio swings around.
Weston stands there, arm in a sling.
Antonio reaches for his gun, but Sinclair steps inside the bathroom door, gun aimed at Antonio, "Don’t even think about it."
Antonio freezes.
Sinclair jerks his chin and Antonio walks forward. Weston steps aside, allowing Antonio to walk through.
Sinclair follows.
Weston glances at Saint, "You guys okay?"
Saint nods, "Thanks, man. I owe you."
A look passes between them, then Weston retreats, "We’ll be in the living room. Don’t take too long; we need to figure out what to do with this mofo."
The door closes.
Saint swings around to face me. "You okay?" he grips my shoulders.
