CHAPTER TWELVE – CAPTURING BLUE EYES (II)

LONDON

"Calm down, Luca. You'll wear a hole in the fucking carpet."

I pace from one end of the private, Platinum lounge to the other, my nerves on high alert. My skin feels too tight for my body.

Something's wrong.

I can feel it. Ricardo watches me from his perch on one of the few bar stools. I made sure the Platinum lounge was empty tonight. I have some very important issues to sort out with a certain hotheaded female. I gave her the opportunity to come to me willingly, but the temptress just had to prove stubborn. I guess it's time she learned Blackstone is not to be disobeyed. I will always get what I want, and I want Cheyenne…badly.

Ricardo eyes me like I've gone crazy. I don't blame him. I feel crazy.

"You know what usually happens when you get like this, boss. I strongly suggest you calm down. If Hogan says she'll be here, then she'll be here."

I plop down on the stool beside him, barely resisting the urge to slam my fists into the state-of-the-art rotating bar. Ricardo is rig