what do you need from my guys?" Rafe asked, spinning the office chair back and forth as he waited.
"I want someone on Yavin. An extra set of eyes and an extra gun," I said.
"Done," Rafe agreed. "I'll put Alejandro on him. He'll appreciate having the strip club as his scenery every day."
"I don't need a fucking bodyguard," Yavin protested.
"Neither do I," Matteo said. "But sometimes we have to tolerate these things for the good of the family. If you die, someone else will fuck Aoife," he chuckled, watching Yavin's hands tighten at his sides. "That's what I thought."
I strolled to the window that looked down into the dance floors, my eyes tracking to the VIP area to search for Sadie. Mostly empty, it seemed like the girls had migrated down to the more intense excitement of the main crowd. "Motherfucker," I grunted. Charging for the door to the office, I pulled it open sharply.
"Enzo, what the fuck?" Ryker asked, coming up behind me and following me down the steps.
"Her fucking shitbag ex is here, that's what," I announced, grimacing at the sound of his dangerous laughter.
"Can I cut him?"
"This one is mine," I said, dissuading him from taking action. The wide eyes he gave me were a powerful indicator of just how rarely I got violent for circumstances that weren't life or death.
But the man ignoring Sandro's attempts to keep him at arm's length had successfully pushed the last button on my patience.
He'd leave in a body bag if I had it my way.
23
Sadie
Patrick had lost his damn mind if he thought he could march in here and demand my attention like this. It wasn't my gym. It wasn't a place where I felt obligated to hear him out because when all was said and done, he was still a client.
Here he wasn't. Here he was a creepy ex-boyfriend who wouldn't take no for an answer, for some reason that was totally lost on me. I rarely struggled to get rid of men when the relationship ended. Yet here he was in Enzo's territory, and while I might tolerate a certain level of annoyance in my part of the world, I wouldn't let it slide when it was a thorough insult to Enzo himself.
"You need to go," Sandro said, glancing over Scar's way. He was too distracted with Ivory and Irina dancing to notice the troubles I faced. But it also wasn't a security issue. Just an annoyance.
"I'm not fucking going anywhere until she talks to me," Patrick said, acting like a complete idiot. I'd heard stories of Matteo chasing him off when he went on his date with Ivory, but it didn't seem like it had been enough to motivate him to use his brain.
"Do you really think this is a good idea? Do you remember when Matteo looked at you and you turned tail and ran? What do you think Enzo will do if he finds you in my space, again?" My voice showed how exasperated I felt. When we’d dated, Patrick never wanted to go to clubs. Apparently he thought it was a better use of his time to spend it with other women while I went dancing, but it would be just my luck that he’d come to Indulgence on the same night as me.
"Why the hell do you think I'm here? It isn't like you to let yourself be controlled like this. I'm worried about you," Patrick shouted over the music.
"Fuck's sake, Patrick. You can't be concerned about me when you've spent all of two seconds around us. I'm not sure where you get off thinking I'm being controlled, but Enzo is protecting me. Someone broke into my apartment while I was sleeping. Can we just move on already?" I asked as my anger raised. The ignorance of judging my situation without knowing it grated on my nerves until all I wanted to do was go home. My happy mood and the free feeling dancing filled me with faded in the face of his stupidity.
"I would weigh your answer carefully before you open your damn mouth again," Enzo's voice said as he stepped up behind me.
Shit.
Stepping back into his space, I tried to use my body as a physical barrier between the two men. Patrick was a stupid fuck boy, but he didn't deserve Enzo's wrath. Just as Enzo didn't deserve to risk everything for him. "It's fine. Patrick was just leaving," I told him.
"Like hell I am. I want to have a conversation with