Chapter 8. Misogynistic

I rushed back to the bed, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.

My fingers fumbled inside the bedside drawer, searching for his pistoL, then the door creaked open.

Shit.

I spun around instantly, trying not to act suspicious.

A tough looking, armed guard in an all-black uniform, stood at the door.

"Boss?" he called out.

"He's resting, as you can see," I said sweetly, gesturing toward Bruce. "Come back another time."

I bent down and kissed Bruce's stiff forehead, trying not to gag.

Straightening, I smiled at the guard again.

But his eyes lingered on the body. Then back to me. I could see the suspicion and doubt in his eyes.

My gut twist