I hang up. It only took three days. But it all makes sense now.
It’s one thing to go to Natalie and tell her sorry for anything.
But in order to really win her back, I need to show her I’ve fucking changed. I’m not the impulsive fuck anymore.
I have all my shit together.
And then Jacques calls.
"Sire," Jacques says. "I'm sending over some security forces to your location. We have some definitive proof that..."
"Right, Jacques, listen, just track my motorcycle," I tell him and hang up before he can protest. I know I cut him off, but I already know what he's going to say. I’ve already figured this shit out.
I’m buzzing down Broadway within the half hour and it takes me no time to get to Gage Price.
I approach the receptionist at the lobby.
"Mr. Thomson and Mr. Brown aren't in right now," the receptionist tells
me. "They're conducting the exit interview with a client."
No shit. I'm the client. But she's just staring at me dreamily. If I tell her I'm the prince of St. Albans I don't think it'll do me any good.
"I'm here to stop them from fucking doing that," I tell her. "I'm Prince Connor D'Avington from St. Albans."
The dreamy look disappears. It's replaced.
With fear.
"My Prince.." the receptionist says, trying to clear her head.
"Where are they?" I ask, politely.
"The Frying Pan," the receptionist says simply.
I nod. I know exactly where that is. I run out and hop on my bike.
In seconds I'm weaving Midtown traffic like a fucking boss.
The Frying Pan is on the West Side. Think extreme west side.
I see it in the distance.
So, just something really quick about this restaurant.
It's built on an old salvaged barge and it floats on the Hudson River. It's not actually on land. It's a giant barge that's tied up to a dock.
And within seconds I see where Natalie is sitting with George next to her. I see Nadia sitting across from them.
Fuck, I actually think Nadia sees me coming because I get the sense that her body stiffens.
No use slowing down now.
I've got to get fast enough to jump across the water that separates the barge from land.
And then there's gonna be a fucking reckoning.
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