Heartless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 2)

“I’m not sure. Early? Who the hell knows?” I wanted to pounce on her again. I felt giddy like I was seventeen.

She pushed forward. “I need to check my voicemails. I had messages last night I ignored. I have a legal meeting today. I can’t stay in bed. Renee’s expecting me.”

“What kind of legal meetings?” I pried.

“It’s about a casino I’m building. I’ve run into legislative issues.”

The giddy feeling sank into a pit. Fuck. I wasn’t going to admit what I had done. It was business. I had to rebuild everything my father lost. I had to restore the fortune. Reclaim our name. We were New Orleans royalty. Everything I did for the organization was to protect the Corban legacy. For now, that secret was safe. I was sorry that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted this time. I couldn’t let the Crescent Towers project happen.

“Let’s skip everything we planned. Order room service. Drive to the beach. Whatever we can do to ignore real life.”

She laughed. “Funny. I run a multi-billion-dollar organization. I don’t have days off. Hand me my phone? If I don’t check in with Kimble in the next few minutes he will freak out and show up with a gun pointed at your face.”

“He always points a gun at my face.”

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bsp; She shrugged. “True. It’s his job.”

I strolled to the foyer table and walked back through the suite with her phone.

“We are going to have breakfast.” I eyed her.

“I need my phone.”

“Breakfast?”

She sighed. “Yes, breakfast.” She smiled slyly.

I handed her her purse and walked to the bathroom while she checked in with her bodyguard. I brushed my teeth and started the shower.

I cracked the door. “Join me?”

She nodded. The phone was pressed to her ear. “Just a few more minutes,” she mouthed.

“I’ll start without you.” I winked, closing the door so the steam could collect inside.

I stepped inside the shower. The water felt good. So did the bath last night. We had talked for hours. Had tub sex. More sex. Talked again until we fell asleep.

I lathered the soap between my palms. I kept watching the door, waiting for Kennedy. I thought I heard the outside door slam. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel.

I stepped from the glass enclosure and wrapped the towel around my waist. “Kennedy, what’s taking so long?”

I stared at the bed. It was empty. I wandered to the kitchen. She wasn’t in the suite. I spotted the brass key on the table by the front door. Next to it was the necklace. I lifted it in the air. The diamonds sparkled around the pearl. The inscription swung back and forth. Carpe Noctem. We had done that last night. More than once.

There was a note scribbled on the hotel stationery, pinned to the hotel latch on the door. What was going on? I yanked it off the lock.

I know it’s you. You’re BONO.

That was all it said. I clasped the pearl in my hand. Shit. How did she find out? Paul had combined a shell company on top of shell company to protect the PAC’s identity.

The water from the shower puddled at my feet. I closed my eyes. She wasn’t coming back to the suite. That note might as well have been a death threat. She was going to come after me with everything she had.

I had to be ready.

I needed a plan to get her back.

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