“Room 431,” I said to one of my men, handing him the keys to Sage’s hotel room. “Clean up the mess. Dispose of the body. Don’t make a mistake, or I’ll have your f*****g head by the time you get back to the city. Understand?”
“Yes, boss.”
After watching him drive off from the airport and head back in the direction of the hotel, I boarded the private jet, where Sage slept on Laila’s shoulder, her cheeks stained with tears. Laila gently stroked her hair.
“Is everything okay?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
you “I’m fine,” I said, but really … I was still dealing with the fact that Sage hadn’t even told me that she had left. No note addressed to me, no call, no text. But I was so f*****g torn because she had taken care of Poppy so cleanly, unlike Laila had with Bethany.
Sage was
