Chapter Seven Nikki
MAXIMUS LED US THROUGH his luxurious hotel suite into a back office, and then motioned for us to sit down. I studied him as he went behind his desk and planted himself into the high-backed office chair. With his broad shoulders, longish-blond hair, and goatee, he reminded me of a younger Brad Pitt.
“So,” Ethan said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “You have information for us?”
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin with his index finger. “Actually, I think we may both have information to share.”
“You go first,” Ethan replied.
Maximus’s lip twitched. “Toss a coin?”
“Do you know where my mother is?” I blurted out in frustration, wanting to get to the point. The testosterone in the air was starting to suffocate me and I had no time for Alpha males of an
