From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 13

Chapter 4

I vaguely remember hearing more knocking in my sleep.

When I finally woke up, there was a note slipped under the door–along with some cash and my passport.

[Sloane, helping Wren sort out her passport situation. Be back soon. Spend the money–don’t be cheap. Tomorrow I’ll take you on that Seine boat ride.]

I grabbed the cash and passport, then chucked the note in the trash on my way to the bathroom.

After getting ready, I stepped into the hall–and nearly collided with Liam, who was about to knock.

“Liam! Hey!”

He smiled.

“Hey yourself.”

“Silas around? Thought I saw him leaving with someone when I grabbed breakfast earlier.”

“Nope. Still out.”

I wasn’t about to waste my vacation talking about him, so I kept it brief.

Liam took my bag without asking.

“Want to hit up the Eiffel Tower this afternoon? I’ve got a boat reserved.”

“Wait, seriously?”

I was already buzzing.

“Let’s go! I’ve been dying to try coffee along the Seine!”

Paris was gorgeous today.

Liam and I hit the Arc de Triomphe, cruised down the Seine, caught a street violinist’s set, and capped it all off with dinner at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Back at the hotel, I left my door propped open since Liam was swinging by to transfer photos from his camera.

His text popped up a minute later:

[Hot water’s dead on my floor. Cool if I use your shower?]

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Chapter 4

I replied:

[Yeah, go for it. Just bring the camera.]

Liam dropped off the camera, grabbed his stuff, and headed into the bathroom.

I was deep in scrolling through photos when someone knocked.

Without looking up, I called out, “Come in!”

Liam walked over and opened the door.

Then-

“You BASTARD-”

My head snapped up just in time to see Silas swing at Liam.

Silas stood there pointing at him–shirtless, towel around his waist, hair dripping wet–eyes absolutely wild.

“Who the hell is this?”

I frowned.

No clue who Silas thought he was putting on this “betrayed husband” act for.

He’d traveled with Wren before–hell, they’d even shared hotel rooms–and never thought twice about it.

And whenever I brought it up? He’d tell me I had a dirty mind and needed to grow up.

When I didn’t answer right away, Silas got more desperate.

“Sloane, answer me.

“Who is he?”

Irritation flared. I shot back.

“A friend. Why are you losing it?”

Liam’s cheek was already swelling where Silas had clocked him.

My voice dropped to ice.

“Silas. Apologize.”

Silas’s jaw dropped. He looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“Excuse me?”

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