On Monday Arwen was beyond furious with Adrianu Cavallaro. She needed to shoot something, preferably him. Since he’d f****d her mercilessly in the bathroom on Saturday night, she had heard nothing from him. Nothing. Radio silence. Not a word. This was not the kind of punishment she enjoyed. What the f**k was wrong with him?
She slammed into her office in her office, not even stopping to say hi to Norah at the front desk. She was just sitting down at her desk when her cell phone rang, and she recognized the number. “Hey Jesse. If you’re calling to discuss your dickwad of a cousin, I’m not in the mood.”
“Well, I am but he asked me to pass along a message and this one I think you’ll want to know.”
“What is it?”
“He’s been detained by the feds. He’s been in jail since early Saturday night
