Slave To The Mafia Alpha
“Well, for starters, that little dot is our beautiful Venus, and from the floor plans, she’s situated at his bar right now.”
I nodded, pretending I understood half of what he was saying, though my focus was elsewhere.
From what I could tell, Venus was still alive—and that alone made my chest tighten with a mix of relief and frustration.
"I’ll hack into their security footage, get a clearer view," Carlos muttered, eyes glued to the system.
I edged to the window, lifting the curtain just enough to peek outside. Reeves was there, casually chatting with one of the helps, completely unaware of me watching. My fingers flexed at my sides, tension running through me.
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