Boon, Elle - [Miami Nights 1] - Miami Inferno by Elle Boon

Author:Elle Boon [Boon, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-19T21:37:07+00:00

Gia grabbed the bottle of water the bartender handed to her. “Just forget about it. I gotta get back to work. I’ll talk to you later.” She shrugged away from him.

She walked off to make a trip around the club without the bounce he had come to expect.

The young girl who always chewed gum and popped bubbles was missing, and he had nobody to

blame but himself.

He pulled his cell phone out and called Derek. Never had he been called a cockblock, but

this once he would do his best to be just that.

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“Hey, Derek, where are you?” Holding one finger to his ear, he thought he heard the same

music on the other end of the line.

“I’m actually getting ready to walk into Club Inferno. Where are you, you fucking pussy-ass-bitch? I can’t believe you left me alone with that…that…I have no words for what she is, and my mother taught me better. I will leave it at that, but just so you know, we are so fucking pax, it’s nonexistent. You feel me?” Derek yelled over the club’s sound system.

“You’re at my club? That’s great.” Relief made him lean against the bar.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me, and, yeah, I’m here. Why? Is something wrong with

Gia?”

The concern in Derek’s voice came through the phone loud and clear.

“She’s fine, so chill,” he teased. “Have you gotten past the bouncers?”

“What the hell? Of course I’m past your goons. They know to let the rich, famous, and

beautiful inside, and, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m all the above.”

Lorenzo saw Gia stop in her tracks and totter in her extremely tall heels. That was his first clue she knew Derek was there, and then she did an about face and fled in the other direction.

Holding his hand out, Lorenzo grasped Derek’s palm and pulled his best friend in for a

back-slapping hug. “We’re cool, man. No hard feelings, okay?”

Derek’s grin flashed. “Buy me a drink, and all’s forgiven.”

“You’re such a cheap date.”

“I know, and I’m a sure thing, too.” They laughed at Derek’s lisping accent.

The bar was packed with scantily clad women, and well-dressed men, with music pumping

through the sound system. The waitresses were rushing to fill drink orders, and the VIP sections were filled to overflowing. All the things that usually made him happy, paled without knowing how Angel was.

Lorenzo decided to say screw trust. It wasn’t a matter of whether he trusted, but the fact he just wanted to hear her voice. Before he could change his mind he dialed her cell number. The ring back music on Angel’s cell reminded him of her and happened to be one of his favorite

songs, Maroon Five’s “Moves Like Jagger.” When her voice came on the line, telling him to

leave a message, he hung up and called her apartment number, but instead of Angel answering, it sounded like her mother.

“Mrs. Rugiero? This is Lorenzo Delgado. I thought I called Angel’s number in LA. I

apologize for calling you so late.”

“Do not apologize. You did call my daughter’s phone. Her father and I are here visiting.

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