Page 161 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

“She’s okay,” I say quickly but then he lifts himself like he’s going to get up. “Mimi. I went to get her. The guards saw Marc Fontaine on the cameras heading to her room.”

I place my hand on him and tap his shoulder. “She’s okay, Gabe. She's safe.

“Everyone made it, and they're okay,” Vincent assures him. “It’s over. It’s all

over.”

It is over now, it feels like it is.

This is the last part.

“We just need you to get better now,” I add and Gabe nods.

It’s over.

* * *

It feelslike forever since I’ve been here.

I’m at The Dark Odyssey and I’m happy to slip back into the shoes of my old

self.

The creative tech wiz who brings the club to life.

Today’s my first day back and coming back has brought with it a newfound

excitement.

Mostly because I can’t wait to see her.

Mimi.

She was at the restaurant all day. She’s been like that for the last month. Rushed off her feet trying to get ready for the grand opening next Friday.

She looks happier than I’ve ever seen her. She looks like she’s found herself and as I’ve watched her in her element it’s been amazing to see how much she’s changed.

I practically feed off her happiness.

Everything has changed.

Gabe is off, getting better and spending time with Charlotte. The relief of having him pull through was something that seemed to heal each of us in some way.

Nevertheless, it was only to a certain extent when it came to Vincent. I’ve watched him and it feels like time caught up with emotion.

He acts like he’s okay but I know he’s not. So I’ve had to change too and bring myself up to speed with what I need to do as capo.

The last month saw me doing different things. I helped Gabe get back on his feet, but I worked closely with Pa and Vincent learning the ropes but really… it’s prepping for the next thing and sharpening my abilities so I know how to handle the various situations we might come across.

I don’t get Nick involved in any of that and definitely not Gabe. It was like I was activated and them too.

They can go back to their slumber of normality until I need them again.

Until that happens my time is split and The Dark Odyssey is still my playground.

I’m standing by the archway of my private lounge smoking a cigar while I look at the craze of bodies clashing together on the dancefloor.

Always the same and I still think the people look like they’re part of a massive orgy. They dance as such and blend in with the people having sex on the sidelines.

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