From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 15

Chapter 6

Silas looked like he was about to break down.

He suddenly asked:

“Is this because of Liam?”

I paused.

What did Liam have to do with anything?

I shook my head.

“No. I’m breaking up with you because you don’t love me.

“And I don’t love you anymore either.”

Silas went completely silent.

We sat there in that thick, uncomfortable quiet until someone knocked.

Silas got up like he was in a trance and opened the door.

The second Wren saw him, she went limp and threw herself into his arms.

“Si, I’ve been waiting forever for you guys. I think I overdid it with the wine.”

Silas freaked out.

Tried shoving her off while talking to me at the same time.

“Sloane, this isn’t–Wren and I don’t usually–she’s just drunk.”

I watched Wren’s theatrical performance.

The way she wrapped herself around him like a vine.

Yeah. She wasn’t drunk.

But whatever. They were childhood sweethearts. Not my circus anymore.

“Right. You two should go. I’m tired.”

That made Silas push her even harder.

“No–Sloane, wait. Let me just get her back to her room. I’ll be right back. Don’t fall asleep. I can explain.”

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Chapter 6

The moment he said that, Wren’s grip tightened around his neck.

She started climbing him, legs wrapping around his waist.

I decided to help them both out.

As Silas stumbled into the hallway with Wren clinging to him, I shut the door.

“Don’t come back. We’re done talking. Just take care of Wren.“

Silas tried knocking, but Wren had him trapped.

He gave up and headed toward the elevator.

I sat back down, then remembered something and jumped up.

“Actually–wait!

“I’m coming with you.”

Silas spun around, face lighting up.

“Sloane, does that mean you-”

I cut him off.

“My luggage is still in your room. I need to get it.”

The second I had my luggage, I was out.

Silas was still stuck dealing with Wren, and I wasn’t about to hang around for round two.

I went straight downstairs and had the front desk switch me to a new room.

That night? Finally slept like a normal person.

When I woke up, my phone was flooded with messages from Silas.

[Sloane, you up?]

[Got Wren sorted. She’s in her own room–I swear. Can you please let me in? We need to talk.]

[Are you asleep? If you are, can we talk in the morning?]

[I think we’re just having a misunderstanding. Let me explain.]

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