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    “Kayden knows better than anyone to believe the shit he reads on Tinsel Town blog, but that picture—like the one of Nadia and him— may hurt your case a little. And we know Knox has a temper, so let’s pray he doesn’t run into Shayne tonight,” I shout into Savannah’s ear at an attempt to help her relax. She’s squeezing my hand so damn tight I think the blood flow to my fingers has been officially cut off. I’m beginning to lose feeling in them. I wiggle my fingers as I speak to her, hinting for Savannah to chill on the death grip.
    “I don’t see Kayden anywhere, Brooklyn. I think we should text Dixon to see where they are, or Jax…I really don’t care anymore. I need to find Kayden and fix this.” Savannah stops as we pass the sixth table. The sadness and frustration are written on her face as her shoulders sag.
    I hate seeing her like this. Who the hell knows if the guys are even up here. They could be anywhere in here tonight. Admitting defeat in our search for them, I dig my phone out and quickly text Dixon.
     
    Where u at? We’re in Vertigo at the front of VIP, trying to find u guys. Savannah needs to talk to Kayden ASAP!
     
    I hit send and see immediately that the message is read. The bubble appears alerting me that he’s writing back, and I find myself letting out a deep sigh of relief. A message pops up from him, but before I can read it Savannah is shoving me and screaming, “Go…now!”
    I lose my balance as my maniac of a best friend shoves me while I’m standing in 6” stilettos! Stumbling forward, I quickly react and reach out in front of me catching myself on a stranger. I give him a small smile and yell, “Sorry,” before whipping my eyes back around to Savannah.
    She speeds past me, ignoring the fact that she almost snapped my fucking ankles in two. “Shayne is right behind me; move your ass. Now!” Grabbing my wrist as she walks past me, Savannah drags me along. I quickly pick up my pace as I try to keep up with her and not break my neck or my heels in the process.
    “Damn it, Savannah! I practically snapped my frickin’ ankle! Shayne’s here? What the hell? Does he have a freakin’ GPS on your ass or something?” I scream at her as I look around trying to spot where he’s at now.
    We maneuver through the crowd trying to make it out of the VIP area. Savannah glances behind her, and from the look of frustration and panic written all over her face, I’m guessing he’s still nearby.
    Gasping for air, she blurts out with shaky words, “I don’t know…but I swear… out of all the people I could run into , how is it Shayne and I literally bump into each other. Thank God he didn’t realize it was me and try to talk to me. I just need to find Kayden and clear everything up.”
    Pulling on her hand, I get her to stop and take a damn breath. “Dixon texted back. Let me see what he said so we can finally find them and figure this shit out.”
    She releases my hand and folds her arms against her chest as she looks around nervously. I fish my phone out of my clutch and quickly pull up the message.
     
    We’re in VIP. Just got a table toward the back. If she needs to talk to Kayden about what I think she does, FYI he knows and he is fucking ripping. How fucked up is it that Shayne was all over her last night when he’s friends with Kayden? Hell, Kayden just spent a lot of money to host this fucking event tonight. That is some shady ass shit right there. But hurry up and find us. I’ll keep an eye out for y’all.
     
    “Well, I have good news and bad news.”
    “Give me the good news first.”
    I gulp down my drink and set it on a bottle girl’s tray as she tries to speed walk past us.
    Damn, I needed that. My nerves can’t take all this shit.
    “The good news is they’re here…the bad news is Kayden saw the blog post about Shayne.”
    “Ugh. Why the hell did I get on that bar last night? I never should’ve let you talk me into it. I should’ve known