What if I went to jail for, I don’t know, provoking or arguing with a pregnant woman with a fragile mind? I don’t even know if that’s a felony. It could be.
But I have a feeling Emeralda planned the whole thing.
Or rather, she planned something similar. That’s why she” thanked me for showing up.
Maybe she thought Roman would hate me if she did that to herself.
She was wrong in that regard, too.
Now that the officers are gone, I push this to the back of my mind because I have a more urgent matter to take care of. I don’t know if it’s the exhaustion mixed in with the sheer stress of the last few days, but I can’t think clearly about anything. I need someone to break this down for me.
1 need Roman.
Today, we’re going to figure out whether or not they’ll set bail. I hope they do. The thought of him spending the night behind bars is the reason why I didn’t sleep at all.
Things could go so wrong for us. I don’t even know if Leonardo planned for Roman to be there to frame him, or whether it was all a big misunderstanding. It’s impossible to know. I guess we won’t know until Leonardo is confronted, or he ends up paying for his crimes.
But how?And what will I do about Dan, who’s out there with the intention of killing my husband? I don’t even know If I should call the police and have them search for him.
It truly must have been an elaborate scheme because the authorities don’t seem to know about this, or everyone would have been notified.
I need Roman. I need him to help me with this. Teed him to help me figure out what we’re going to do because there’s a high chance we’re not out of danger.
Anyway, if they set bail, then I’ll be there to bring him home.
1 grab my purse and wash my face before leaving the penthouse. It’s all I have time to do. My heart is slamming against my chest. I’m so anxious that my palms are sweaty. Actually, I’m sweating all over and my stomach is upset.
I reach the parking lot and reach for my car keys. I should look up and look around—in fact, when I left the elevator, I told myself I’d look around because I never know.
But I didn’t.
A car parks beside me and a man dressed steps out of it and heads toward me quickly. I don’t know if it’s the lack of sleep, but I react way too slowly for my own good and end up being dragged to the vehicle with smoked windows. I let out a strangled cry before being shoved into the backseat, where one other masked man is already
seated. I’m shoved between him and the grabber, and then the car speeds off.
Leonardo is seated in the passenger’s seat, and he eyes me smugly through his dark sunglasses. Hatred fills me, turning my insides to pure acid.
What now?
Roman
The penthouse is truly empty. Nikki isn’t here.
Fear washes over me, leaving me cold. I stop in the middle of the living room and rub my fingers through my hair.1 • then proceed to look around, lost, because I don’t know where to even start looking for her.
I have the idea to call Mason and reach for my phone.
Yeah, that’s it. Maybe she left with him yesterday, and decided to stay at his place.
Mason answers right away. I feel bad the second he does
– because I remember there’s a high chance he’s at work right now. “Yeah? You got out?”
“I did,” I reply, rubbing my forehead. “I was wondering if Nikki was with you?”


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