Chapter 20

“Hey, Chipper,” one of the men greeted him. “How’d the joke go?”

“Uh… n-not well.”

A chef looked around and spotted me and Quinn. He curled his lip.

“You have to leave,” he said to me. “Guests aren’t permitted here.”

I ignored that. “Are you the one who sent this poor excuse for breakfast to my suite?”

“And if I am?”

Snickers filled the kitchen until I swung my cane and brought it into contact with the stainless steel countertop. The explosive sound shocked them, and silence filled the kitchen. I glared at them. Part of the intricate carving along the ebony sides of the cane had cracked and broken off.

“H-he’s got a gun!” the kid stuttered.

The chef ignored him. “Daniels assured me you’ve played these kinds of pranks on each other all the time.”

“Do I look amused?”

Quinn took out his phone and dialed. I raised an eyebrow.