“Well then, gentlemen,” Darius continues, “now that this is sorted, you’re all invited to dinner. Please follow me for some drinks while the dining room is being set up.”
That is my queue. With a last glance at Logan and Nathan, I walk to the kitchen. Just as I was about to enter, one of William’s men comes out. I greet him, but he just ignores me.
“I don’t like this, Storm.”
“Neither do I. There’s something off about that guy.”
“There’s something off about all of William’s guys.”
“Chef Rosa?” I call as I enter the kitchen, but it is deserted. I notice the closed bottles of wine on the counter. The food is already in the serving bowls, all heated and ready to go. “Rosa!” I call again. No answer. I mind link her and she replies she is in the bathroom and that everything is in order, th
