Page 104 of Say I Do

“What are we doing here?”

Here was a hotel in upstate New York. One that wasn’t cheap and no way in hell Darla could afford on her reporter salary.

“Business.”

Tony reached for me, and I glared at his hand. He dropped it before it made contact. “I’m calling Benito.”

“Don’t be a snitch.”

Tony glared at me, but I was already heading inside. If he called Benito, then so be it. I was going to get my answers regardless. I stopped at the front desk. One of the women standing behind the counter looked at me. Her eyes widened.

“Over here, sir.” She smiled at me as I headed her way. She slid over a card and note. “Enjoy your stay.”

I turned away and headed for the elevators.

“What was that?”

“Vitales aren’t the only ones with pull.” I opened the note and hit the twelfth floor.

My phone vibrated in my pants, and I pulled it out. Benito had messaged me three times, but I didn’t open them. Instead, I opened the one from his mother.

Mother-in-Law from hell: You need to be fitted. You’ve missed the last few appointments.

I’d miss all of them if it was up to me.

Me: Sorry, been a bit busy. Will do what I can.

Mother-in-law from hell: I’ll send them to Benny’s place.

I could practically imagine Benito killing me.

Me: No, I don’t want Benito to accidentally see my outfit.

Mother-in-law from Hell: You haven’t picked a song, either.

I was ready to pull my hair out. The numbers on the elevator ticked by.

“Are you telling Benito what you’re doing?” Tony asked.

“No, are you?”

He sighed as if he was already over the entire day.

“I could always lock you in the trunk again, and then you won’t have to be here.”

Tony’s left eye twitched. “No, the boss put me on babysitting duty, so that’s what I’m doing.”

My phone buzzed in my hand. I shut my mouth to whatever reply I was going to shoot back at Tony.

Mother-in-law from Hell: Your hair? I have a lady.

Me: I’ll leave the music to you. Benito said you have remarkable taste. I know whatever you choose will be perfect.

I pocketed my phone and groaned, knowing she’d have more to say to me later. The elevator doors opened. I turned my head to the left and then right. The room I was looking for was 12411. It was at the end of the hall, the very last room on the left side.

Tony was right behind me every step of the way. I slipped the key card into the reader and opened the door slowly. Moans were the first thing to hit my ears. I pulled out my gun, clutching my knife in the other hand. Tony glared at me but followed suit. He held his gun in his hand as we walked into the room.

“That’s it,” a man moaned.

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