The Sinner's Club [18+] Complete

chapter thirteen.

A KNOCK ON my hotel room door makes me freeze.

I'm in the bathroom washing my face, morning sunlight beaming through the windows.

I turn off the tap and edge out of the bathroom.

Another knock.

My heart pounds in my chest as I move over to the door joining Viktor's room to mine. I lightly tap on it.

"Viktor?" I call, my voice trembling. Who is standing out in the hallway?

Viktor pulls open the door to his hotel room within seconds. "Gabi? What is it?" His white dress shirt isn't buttoned up yet, so I can see a sliver of his chest and stomach. His hair is wet from a shower, turning it darker than usual.

"There's someone at the front door," I hiss.

"Get back." He urges me toward the bed, then strides past me, face steely. He throws open the door.

Nathaniel stands on the other side, looking impatient. His eyebrows jump up when he's greeted by a not-fully-dressed Viktor. When his gaze pings to me, I can see he's jumping to the wrong (although...partially correct) conclusion.

"You two look comfortable," he notes with a drop of disdain in his voice.

"What are you doing here?" Viktor asks. "You should've texted."

"I don't need to let you know when I'm going to show up at my hotel."

This makes me frown. Does Nate own The Carmichael? Or is he just being his usual entitled self?

"Have you found Dario?" I ask, hopeful. I am ready for this nightmare to be over.

Nate lets out an annoyed sigh and strolls into the hotel room, kicking the door shut behind him. "No. Got access to traffic cams through a contact I have in the PD. But after he was at your apartment yesterday, we lost his car somewhere outside the city. Wherever it is he's holing up, it's off the grid."

I sit down on the end of the bed, my shoulders slumping.

"We will find him," Viktor reassures me quietly.

"Give me a minute," Nate says to him. Viktor hesitates, his weighted gaze resting on me.

When I don't protest, he reluctantly trudges back into his hotel room, closing the door behind him and leaving me with Nate.

"I thought you didn't trust him, yet he's in your hotel room half naked–"

"I don't trust him," I interrupt, though I'm not entirely sure it's the truth. "And he wasn't in my room, he was–" I shake my head; none of this matters. "What do you want, Nate?"

He slides his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and although his expression appears completely calm, I can see fury brewing beneath.

"Going off on your own yesterday was stupid. I want to know what the fuck you were thinking."