Breathe: The Program Book 2 by N.M. Catalano & N.M. Catalano

Author:N.M. Catalano & N.M. Catalano [Catalano, N.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-13T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

Raven

We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto.

That's my first thought as Snake opens the door to the opulent suite and I enter.

It's not the rich modern decorations or the sheer size of the apartment, because that's what it is really. It's the luxury and comfort, the fact that these unpresuming people travel in this kind of style. Well, spank my ass and call me bad.

The entry opens to a full kitchen with an elaborate table that seats four on velvet covered high back chairs, a living area with a huge tufted white sofa, (what fucking hotel has white furniture?!), and two matching chairs. There are high polished black end tables and a coffee table, a huge desk off to the side, and a rich matching armoire that must hold the television ties everything together. To the left are two doors. One is open and inside the room I can see two queen size beds draped in silver silk bedspreads and tons of pillows, both of them still made and covered with suitcases. The other door is closed. Where all of them must sleep. Together.

There you have it.

Images of the things that have gone on behind that door flood my mind, makes my heart pound, and my insides quiver.

To be a fly on the wall.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

What the hell are they going to do with me here?

My breath catches. Wouldn't I like to know?

Why, yes, I would like to know.

Pulling my attention away from the vivid thoughts, I step deeper into the living area, being careful not to make too much noise with my heels. I don't want to wake anyone if they're not already up. To be honest, I need a minute to get my shit together. This whole morning has been pretty full already and the sun's just barely coming up. I want a minute to land before I have to deal with Rock's intensity and Summer's...niceness. Is that normal? I have no fucking clue. Not from where I came from.

I'm a bitch, I own it, and I wear it proudly. It's not by choice, but necessity, just another stitch in the shield I've created. That and ruthlessness, calculated, emotionless, and unforgiving. Emotions are a luxury, just like that elaborate bed. Who needs them? They only make for complications, and complications lead to carelessness, and carelessness leads to death.

No thank you very much.

Walking around the living area, I trace a finger along the expensive fabric of a chair as I approach the window overlooking the parking lot.

That's strange.

If you're going to spend all of this money for what is I'm sure the best accommodations the hotel has to offer, why would you ask for a room with a view of the parking lot? I assume they requested it. Snake and Rock strike me as the type of men who take every detail into consideration, especially with the comment Snake made about someone might die this weekend.

Seems to me like they're watching who's coming and going.

What's their story? Who are these people and what exactly are they all about?

I spare a glance at him over my shoulder.

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