POV: Regina
Stupid, f*****g motel room.
The room stank of smoke and cheap perfume. The ceiling fan above me made a squeaking noise with each slow rotation, pushing the warm air around instead of cooling it.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the cracked wallpaper and wondering how the hell I’d gone from a luxury suite at The Monarch to this run down motel that charged by the hour. I had to pay for a month straight.
And it was all because of him.
Darius Wolfe.
I ran a hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. His men were everywhere — at the airport, around the hotel, even near the damn mall. I barely escaped. I wasn't even able to pack my things from my suite. All my clothes, my makeup, my jewelry — gone.
But I didn’t care.
Because even though I’d lost all that, I’d alr
