From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 14

Chapter 5

Silas panicked and slammed his hand against the door.

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“Wait–Sloane, that’s not what I meant.”

Only when he stopped looking like he was about to blow a gasket did I ease up on the door.

He practically shoved his way inside, terrified I’d lock him out.

“Sloane, please don’t be mad. I just–I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Then came the promises.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just walked in and saw you with some random guy in a foreign country and thought maybe he was–I don’t know–taking advantage or something.”

Liam let out a cold laugh.

“Sorry, gotta jump in here.”

“Funny how you suddenly care about Sloane being alone in a foreign country.”

“Especially one where she can’t even ask for directions.”

Silas went white. He grabbed for my hand.

“Sloane, yesterday was crazy–I know. But I got Wren’s passport sorted. From here on out, I’m all yours. I swear I won’t leave your side.”

He stared at me, waiting for me to soften.

I didn’t.

I pulled my hand back.

“Don’t worry about it. You stick with Wren. Liam and I already have plans.”

Silas looked like I’d just gut–punched him.

“What? No.”

“Sloane, are you seriously still upset about Wren? We’re together. How could I just ditch you to hang out with her?”

I almost laughed.

How many times had he done exactly that?

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Chapter 5

He was going to find out about the breakup eventually. And I sure as hell wasn’t letting him and Wren ruin the rest of my trip.

I thought about it for a second, then just said it.

“Silas, we’re breaking up.”

He looked like I’d just hit him with a taser.

Took him a solid minute to even form words.

“Sloane, you’re pissed. I get it. But you can’t just throw around breakup threats every time we fight.”

I let out a long breath.

Fair enough–I’d just blindsided him with zero context.

Fine. I’d lay it all out.

Better to rip the band–aid off now so we could both walk away clean.

I glanced over at Liam, feeling a little bad.

He read the room instantly. Grabbed his stuff from the bathroom.

“I’ll head up and change. Back in a few for the camera.”

He held up his hand like a phone.

“Text me if you need backup.”

I shot him a grateful look.

The second Liam was gone, Silas slammed the door shut and locked it–twice–like he thought someone might bust in.

I dropped onto the couch and nodded toward the chair across from me..

He just stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Couldn’t get a single word out.

Terrified of saying the wrong thing and making it worse.

Finally, he managed:

“Wren’s passport… she actually lost it.”

He was watching my face like his life depended on it.

When I didn’t react, he started spiraling.

“Sloane, I’m serious–there’s nothing between us. There can’t be anything.”

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Chapter 5

I nodded.

I didn’t care what was or wasn’t happening with Wren anymore.

Why was he still wasting both our time with this?

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