Jesus, take the wheel.
“Do you know them?” Dorran asks.
I blink at him. “Huh?”
He purses his lips as if he’s trying to stifle a smile. “The kills – do you know them, Cignette?”
I furrow my brows. “Umm, not exactly. I’ve had very brief introductory chats with them, but no, I don’t know much about them. They are, however, far more loaded than some of the other elites here.”
Dorran scoffs. “Makes sense. These assholes traffic women to wealthy clients all over the world. They fuckingswimin money.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “They were ready to ship another group of women outside US borders, but it’s a good thing Waleed and his team cracked the location’s coordinates before it–”
“Hold on,” I cut him off, and my eyes widen in surprise. “What the hell doesWaleedhave to do with any of this?”
“He’s our client,” Dorran tells me. “He’s the one who contracted the kills.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
It’s a lot of information to take in. Those elites trafficking women, and Waleed wanting them dead for the same.
I may not be a saint of a human being, but I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fill my pockets by ruining other people’s lives.
Stripping women of their power and independence – just to toy with them and treat them likeobjects– is the ultimate, self-made ticket to the deepest chambers of hell. And I’m so glad Dorran and his crew are here tonight for Andres, Tomas, and Rizwana’s deliverance.
“You seem surprised,” Dorran notices.
“I’m…” I shake my head. “It’s just so…”
“Unbelievable?”
“Intense,” I say. “And Waleed is actually a good guy in this situation? But he’s…he’s banging mymom.”
“I know.”
“Youdo?”
Dorran laughs. “I’m pretty sure all of Riverside does, Cignette.”
I snort. “Touché.” I then remember my conversation with Waleed from tonight.
“We spoke earlier – him and I,” I inform Dorran. “And, I don’t know, he seemed concerned after seeing the scar on my face. Like,reallytroubled.”
Dorran stiffens, and his demeanor shifts. “Did he touch you?” he asks with molten anger in his voice.
“No.” I roll my eyes. “But he wanted to. Mave stopped him, though.”
“I would have done far more than that,” he grits out.
I chuckle. “I know.” I bite my bottom lip as I hook a finger into the waistband of his pants, then pull him closer. “Tell me you’ve taken precautions and have been careful in coming here tonight,” I whisper against his lips, even though his intoxicating warmth is making it hard for me to think straight.
He runs a finger over the left spaghetti strap of my dress and pushes it down my shoulder, his anger now forgotten. He then moves the fabric away from my left breast, and pinches my nipple to the point of pain, making me cry out.
“Would it make you feel better if I say yes?” he whispers back, but with a slight smirk.
“Yes.” I close my eyes and breathe in every one of his exhales. “Fucking tell me.”
He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucks on it, then roughly tugs it with his teeth before bringing his face over mine again.
“Solo’s taken care of it,” he says, then pushes his hard length against my stomach. “Fuck, Little Swan; you’re driving meinsane.”
