Entice (Eagle Elite #3)(27)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

“Cute. He’s scared shitless.” I tilted my head. “This your first assignment? Scope the elevators for the big bad Abandonatos and get some info?”

William swallowed convulsively, not answering.

“He’s quiet,” Tex murmured. “I’ll give him that.”

Nixon pressed the stop button again, and the elevator moved. “You, shit for brains.” He snickered. “You’re coming with us.”

Nixon quickly threw his head back and laughed then pointed to the camera in the corner and made a drinking motion as if the guy had had a few too many and laughed again.

Herald paled, his lips trembled. “But, but—”

I punched him in the jaw. He slumped to the floor.

“Violent.” Mil nodded.

“Always,” Trace agreed. “Like kids at a playground. Want some wine? This could take a while.”

“Don’t forget about me!” Mo shouted from behind everyone. The minute the doors opened, the girls made their way toward Nixon’s suite.

Nixon pulled out his phone and growled into it, “Sergio, we’re at the Hard Rock, elevators, security, yeah it’s a mess, deal with it why don’t you?”

He pressed end, his eyes bright as they focused expectantly on mine.

“So, I take it we’re interrogating in my honeymoon suite?” I grunted, pulling the bastard to his feet.

“First year of marriage — interrogation. Yeah, sounds about right.” Tex laughed.

I rolled my eyes and helped the guy to his feet, trying my damnedest not to stare at Mil’s ass as she walked away.

“Interesting.” Nixon swiped his card.

“What?” For being so small, William Herald was heavier than hell.

“You lusting after a girl that isn’t mine.”

“What? You like it?”

He smirked, his lip ring pushing against his teeth. “I find it freaking hilarious and, just so you know, I’m glad I won’t have to kill you.”

“Love you too, brother.”

“Brother?” the guy asked, his words jumbled.

Tex punched him again. His fist crushed against the guy’s jaw so hard I heard bone crack.

“Thanks, man.”

He smiled wide, his eyes crazy with excitement. Ah, he loved the kill. “What are friends for?”

We dragged William the rest of the way into the room and turned on the lights. Bonus: the Hard Rock Hotel had crazy-dark lighting as well as red carpeting. Blood? No problem. Clearly they were used to rock stars trashing the place.

Nixon put William in a chair and started tying him.

“Allow me.” I popped my knuckles.

“Because?” Nixon’s eyebrows shot up.

“Because I’m serious about the sex, and if that damn woman bites her lip one more time I’m jumping out of my hotel room window.”

Nixon nodded, his laugh echoing throughout the empty void. “Have at it, rock star.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Mil

On account of there being a bloody interrogation going on in my hotel suite — the girls and I unloaded everything in Nixon and Trace’s room.

It was spacious, with red and black carpet and floor-to-ceiling windows facing the strip. In the early afternoon light everything looked kind of boring, not at all like I remembered Vegas looking like. Then again, I’d been young, stupid and, of course, an innocent girl in love with a green-eyed boy, who I’d thought would save me from my crap life.

Amazing how history repeats itself.

“Wine?” Trace called.

I turned around and nodded. She held the bottle in the air and grinned.

“I say we eat every damn thing in that mini-fridge and charge it to Tex’s card,” Mo said bitterly, though she did seem to at least be smiling.

“We could do that,” I agreed. “Then again, it’s not like it would make a huge dent in his bank account.”

Both girls stared at me like I’d just said I was the voice of Shrek and hailed from Scotland.

“Uh, Mil?” Trace’s eyes drew together in concern. “Tex—”

“Leave it,” Mo snapped.

“What?” I uncrossed my arms and walked over to the bed. “Tex is what?”

Trace’s eyes darted between me and Mo as if she was trying to get permission from Mo to give me Tex’s entire life story.

“Fine!” Mo threw her hands into the air. “He’s not like us.”

“Like he’s an alien?” I said jokingly.

Trace giggled as she twisted the wine cork out and began pouring into small glasses. “Right. He’s an alien. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Mo took her wine from Trace and swore. “It was such a big deal, me and Tex. Us being together. My own father was against it from the beginning, then again he wasn’t really my father, but still. I was so excited when—” Her lower lip trembled, and she looked into her wine glass.

The room was thick with tension. I wasn’t sure if I should say something to make it better or let her get it out. I eyed Trace. She shook her head slightly and handed me my own glass. I took a sip and waited.

Mo sighed. “We used to play together.”

“You and Tex?” I sipped more wine. Damn, I envied the boys. At least they weren’t witnessing an emotional breakdown. I didn’t know what to say to make it better because the truth was, I didn’t know Mo well enough to pull the best-friend card and put my arm around her. And I didn’t know Tex at all; therefore, I couldn’t trash talk him and put his face on the wall for target practice.

It left me in that awkward position that girls face, when you know you’re the third wheel but to leave means you’d be aimlessly roaming by yourself and damning yourself to a forever where you’re always on the outside looking in. And honestly, for the first time in my life, I needed friends, craved them. I needed in. I needed in bad.

“Yeah. We used to play hide and seek all the time. I know it’s silly, but I loved the feeling that he was searching for me, made me feel important, you know? Like, I was the treasure he was just waiting to discover. The best part was I always knew he’d eventually be there for me. In the end, it was me and Tex. We grew up like that. I was lost — he’d find me. It didn’t take long for us to start developing feelings. Even then I had no idea how much of my soul he already owned, not until it was too late.”

I gulped. The stories were too similar. She and Tex, me and Chase. It was petrifying to know that another human being held the keys to your heart and soul. Helpless. It left you defenseless, because the control shifted into another person’s hands, and you had to decide just how trustworthy those hands were. Only it didn’t matter, because in the end, if the hands dropped the key, if they messed up — even once — your heart was already lost, never to be unlocked again.