He just leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “If I get you for Antoine, I bet he’d reward me real good. Snatch you away, where no one can find you.”

Her pulse tripped, and she saw Easton start toward them.

Hugo moved closer, invading her space, and his hot breath brushed her cheek.

“And he might even share.” Hugo made an ugly, sucking sound.

Her heart was pounding so fast she could barely breathe. A trio of laughing women moved closer, and Hugo moved away.

Harlow turned and she couldn’t spot him anymore.

Easton reached her. “What’s wrong?”

“That was Antoine’s cousin.”

Easton glanced back and waved Vander over.

“What did he say?” Easton demanded.

She gave him a quick summary.

Dark anger fired in Easton’s eyes. “Anything else you aren’t telling me?”

She sighed. “Antoine might have agreed to wipe out whatever my father owes him, in return for…me.”

A muscle ticked in Easton’s jaw, and he looked at his brother as Vander reached them.

“Hugo Durant, Armand’s asshole cousin, just threatened Harlow.”

“Fuck,” Vander muttered. “Let’s find him.”

The men stalked out of the bar. Rome stayed behind, but from his scowl, it looked like he’d prefer to be out on the hunt.

Harlow was really busting to go to the toilet now. “I’ll be in the ladies’.”

She walked in. Everyone was trying to keep her safe. Easton was like a shield, protecting her.

She moved quickly into a stall and took care of business. When she strode out and washed her hands, the vanity in front of her seemed to wobble, and she blinked. Then, the room spun, and she felt a little woozy. She gripped the sink. What the hell? How many martinis had she drunk?

The room swirled, her legs faltered, and her skin flushed.

A door opened, and she looked up to see a redhead stride out of another stall.

The woman smiled. “It’s her.”

“What?” Harlow tried to get her brain firing.

A man came out of another stall to join them.

“Hey, you can’t be in here,” Harlow slurred.

The woman pulled something out of her large bag. A red wig that matched the exact shade of her vibrant hair.

She yanked it on Harlow’s head.

“No. Stop it.”

The man wrapped his arms around Harlow. She tried to push him away, but couldn’t move. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and go to sleep. They wrapped her in a black coat.

The woman pulled on a blonde wig, adjusting it in the mirror. “Ready?”

The man holding Harlow nodded, and then half carried her out. They headed into the bar, the man holding her close, like they were a couple.

Rome or Gia would see them. Harlow’s stomach turned over. They’d spot her.

Then before she knew it, they were outside.