Chapter 82: The Rush of Adrenaline

Amber’s pov:

“What’re you doing here? Weren’t you busy dealing with Santino Martino?” I question without losing the sternness in my voice, hoping that Ken would pick up on my words.

“I was, but I missed you,” he hissed as he steps closer and I jerk back repulsed. He stops in his track and says, “Mhm…I smell something suspicious.” I gulp.

“What do you mean?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “It smells like fresh meat in here, a cologne that I’m familiar with, and yet, it is unrecognizable,” he utters and my heart beats faster.

If he finds Ken, then both he and Alessandro will be in a great deal of trouble. He inches closer to the bed. “Wait,” I stop Harlow with my words. “It’s mine,” I lie. “What?” He tilts his head to the side. “I started using a new perfume recently, it’s probably that,” I roll my eyes.

“Just go away, Harlow,” I throw my hand in the air to gesture to him. He chuckles. “Poor chicken. You think I don’t know who’s in here?” Harlow questions. My eyes make sure to not look