Own it.
Keep it.
Something precious would be mine.
Even if that belief only lasted seconds, I’d waited all my life to feel that feeling.
To really, really believe.
My feet took me to him.
I stopped a foot away.
I bent my head and opened my clutch, shoving my fingers into the side pocket until I found it.
I pulled out the pen and reached for his hand.
And like a girl at a club who had hopes for everything from getting thoroughly banged to having just met the father of her future children, I wrote my cell phone number on his palm.
When done, without a word, I walked out of the room, pulled out my phone and texted Harry so he could reverse fifty feet in the alley and take me home.
Chapter Four
Cool Customer
Nick
Nick walked down the stairs to find the girl waiting at the bottom, her eyes slits, her arms crossed on her chest, her fury unhidden.
When he got close, she leaned in and hissed, “You fucked her.”
The bitch didn’t turn off the cameras.
She’d watched.
Aggravating.
Without hesitation, he grabbed her upper arm and dragged her with him toward the back room.
The security guy came out of the vestibule as did the coat-check guy.
“Move another step, you’re both looking for a job,” he warned.
They stopped, as they would, considering six months ago, the Sebring brothers had secretly purchased the club. To keep it on the down low, both were silent partners. The old owners still ran it with the only change being that they didn’t pay Benito Valenzuela protection money. Knight and Nick were perfectly capable of protecting the club.
Valenzuela backed off without a fight considering he had recently drawn Knight’s attention and not in a good way. He was smart enough, in his current war with Chaos and the moves Georgia Shade was making, not to court a new enemy.
But as it served Nick’s purpose, the staff of the club now knew he was their boss.
Therefore, unimpeded, he pulled his employee into the back room and through it to the door at the rear.
“Nick, you’re holding me too tight,” she whined, twisting her arm against his hold.
He wasn’t. His hold was not tender but it wasn’t causing pain.
He knew how to cause pain in a variety of ways.
Deacon Gates had taught him.