“Good.” He throws his arms around my neck. “I love you.”
My chest aches. It’s a physical pain, the way those three little words penetrate my heart.
It’s easy to say. There’s no denying it. Not the way I can with Viviana. The way I have to.
I kiss Dante’s forehead again and slip out of the room.
Anatoly is waiting there, a gun on his hip. “They launched an attack on the lounge. The guards are dead and I’m waiting on a count of the waitresses, but it doesn’t look good.”
“f**k the body count.” I march past him down the hall. “It changes nothing. They attacked us. I’ll kill them all.”
It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am.
Within the last twenty-four hours, I’ve slept in three different rooms. First, the beach house in Costa Rica. Then Mikhail’s room. Now, I’m waking up in my
