#Chapter48: Stockpile

I followed Mordecai through the crowd, careful to keep up with him as it was obvious, he didn’t intend to escort me. Mordecai was a large man, but he didn’t slow his gait or check on me. He was the same sort of jerk as Justin.

But where Justin just seemed selfish, possessive, and cruel, Mordecai had different darkness to him. He looked crazed. I wanted to escape from him, but I couldn’t. I glanced around and found Matt and Grace still at the blackjack table. She was still seated in his lap, leaning close to him as he played and sipped his whiskey.

It had been a good plan before we left the hotel. If our places had been switched, Mordecai might have tried to carry Grace off, but because it was me, he simply coerced me to go along.

Would Chloe have passed a note to Grace? Would Sean have slipped his card into my dress?”

I couldn’t know, but I bet not.

Alyssa whimpered, It’s not safe. He’s dangerous.<