Chapter 11

Clara's POV

Taking one last look around the apartment, I grinned. I was probably going to be here for the final time.

I could hear conversations outside.

Was Derek Montenegro here, could that be?

Recalling Marcus's warmth, I was terrified—Derek shouldn't see me here. This job paid far more than the ordinary hotel, so I couldn't lose it.

I would have finished much sooner if Waylen hadn't phoned. This was all his fault.

I strained to think of what to do next, and my brain froze.

I said to myself, "Hide."

I bolted from the living room, hiding behind the wall dividing it from the hallway.

There was so much space here that I doubt he could have found me.

The sound of footsteps became louder as the door opened.

"This is what happens, sir, when you try to drink more than your cousin and grandpa together. They are both functionally intoxicated." Someone spoke.

I glanced to see what was going on.

Derek Montenegro was here, as certain as the day.

He was with another man who carried him to the