Page 32 of Liberated By Sin
“How about we take those to go?”
We took off down the street, drinks in hand. I allowed her a slight head start as we reached the crosswalk, indulging in her perfect curves and sweet ass.
“You and Cambri are close, yeah?”
“We are. She’s like a sister to me.”
“I have someone like that in my life. He doesn’t live here, but we’re as close to brothers as it gets. And you, do you have family close by?”
“No.”
Always with the vague responses. “They live out of state?”
“I don’t have family,” she said, very matter-of fact, eyes still focused ahead.
Everyone has orhadsomebody, but it was evident the subject wasn’t up for discussion. I’d respect her privacy—for now. In the meantime, I’d enjoy watching how her lips wrapped around that straw.
“How’d you end up at Illusion?” It was a loaded question. I knew that. I was willing to risk her wrath if it meant gaining even the slightest knowledge of her life.
Her eyebrow twitched, and she gripped her cup a little tighter. “The same way you did,” she said with a slightly taunting lilt.
“How so?”
“I walked through the front door, Mr. Leone.”
“Fair enough,” I replied with a chuckle. “Amara, please call me Santino.”
We reached the club’s lot. Not yet ready to leave her company, I dreaded every step closer to her black Audi.
“That sounds a bit too personal. I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea. To assume that you and I are…friends. Especially after tonight.”
“Or just friendly.”
“Maybe I’m not the friendly type.”
“Even better.”
Perhaps she thought keeping me at an arm’s length would put me off, but everything about Amara drew me in. Not only was she stunning, but she was the most intriguing mystery. Maybe I was biased, as she had struck me from the moment I saw her on that stage, but something told me she didn’t belong in a place like this.
Vibrations from her phone diverted her attention, and when she opened the text message, her slight smile faltered despite her best effort at a poker face.
“I have to go,” she blurted, tearing open the car door and damn near leaping inside.
I caught the door, and she froze, startled by my response. But I didn’t give a damn. Not when she was clearly disturbed by whatever news she’d received. “Wait, is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine.” Despite her seemingly practiced, even tone, Amara’s voice held an edge.
“Then why are you racing off like this?”
“Goodbye, Mr. Leone,” she said, tugging the door closed. Without another glance, Amara pulled off, tires screeching against the blacktop as she recklessly merged into traffic.
15
Bloodsurged through my throat and ears so hard and fast I could nearly taste it. Once I’d left Illusion’s parking lot, I blew up Cambri’s phone. But every call was sent to voicemail, rattling my nerves even further. Either something had happened to her, or she was refusing to answer for whatever reason. Instead, she pinned her location.
I decided then that if she wasn’t already dead, I’d kill her myself for worrying me to the point of panic.
HELP.