Kit slipped into a bathroom that looked as modern as the rest of the gambling house.
“I’m fine,” he said softly, as though he knew I needed that reassurance. “I pro—”
The bathroom door flew open, and Kit spun around. Grimaldo stormed in, his face set in an angry line.
“Funny you think I’d let you go with him? It’s been weeks.” Grimaldo backed Kit up against the wall.
“I—”
The camera blurred, and the sound of kissing filled the microphone.
“It’s just a kiss,” Liam said from beside me.
“I know.”
I knew this could happen. Kit and I had talked about it. Whatever happened tonight, it wouldn’t change the way I felt about that boy. So what if he fucked Grimaldo so I could kill the bastard?
No fucking way I was going to allow Grimaldo to fuck him, though.
“Meet me at my car,” Grimaldo said. “You know the one.”
“Wait. Where are we going?” Kit sounded breathless. Had he enjoyed the kiss of a soon-to-be-dead man?
“Doesn’t matter, does it?”
Grimaldo walked out of the bathroom.
“Shit, this isn’t what we planned,” I said. Kit had said he always gave him a location for them to meet. We’d arranged to ambush him then. “We need to grab Kit and go.”
“I’m going with him,” Kit whispered. “It’s the only way. You guys follow us. He drives a silver Mercedes Benz. Just watch for us at the exit.”