Hold On
Angervibratesthroughme.I have three enormous problems now: Jagger, Asher, and Cruz. Controlling assholes, the lot of them.
“Morning, little princess,” Asher calls after me as I storm down the back hall of the club.
“It’s mid-afternoon,” I snip back. Just because I’m pissed off and I don’t have it in me to be nice after dealing with his brother.
He catches up with me. “Where are we off to in such a rush today?” His eyes scan all the way down my body, and he grins, like fully grins all the way to his dimples. “Also, you look cuteas fuck today.”
I ignore him, not in the mood for his being adorable and complimentary when I’m so annoyed. I bang on the door to Sloane’s office, hoping like hell she’s in. I don’t know what else to do. They’re smothering me. I suck in a breath, and my chest hurts.
Asher slides in my way, getting between me and her door, taking my hand in his. “Not a good idea, little princess.”
I glare at him, politely telling him to fuck off, and he backs away from me with his hands raised. I think I might have just scared him. Well, good. He needs to know they have gone too far.
Onyx, one of Sloane’s security guards, opens the door, leering down at me. “Yes?”
I stare up at the huge man, nervous and totally intimidated. “Is Sloane around? I need to talk to her ASAP.”
“Is that Daisy? Show her in, Onyx,” comes Sloane’s voice from within her office, and I thank whoever will listen to me that I caught her at a good time and she is welcoming me in.
I move past Onyx as he continues to watch me step into her office.
Asher follows along behind me like a little puppy. A gorgeous six-five tattooed puppy. He’s so close I can feel the warmth radiating off him and smell that damn intoxicating aftershave.
I glance back at him, eyes flaring. “Don’t you have work to do?” I ask, bitchy as all hell.
“I’m doing it.” He smiles cheekily, his voice way too playful for my liking.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to keep my cool in front of his sister. But I’m this close to either falling apart or losing it completely.
Sloane smiles at me, amusement in her eyes as she watches the two of us together. “What can I help you with, Daisy?”
“Your brothers are out of control,” I say, still glaring at Asher. I shove him in the chest when he takes a step too close to me.
He laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “She means out-of-control amazing at taking care of her because she’s your friend.”
“Ash, leave the poor girl alone so we can catch up.” She shoos him away.
He sinks his hand into his pocket. “Sorry, Sis, no can do. Boss’s orders.”
Looking indignant, she stands from where she was sitting at her desk and moves across the room, closing the gap between her and her brother. She glares up at him, and he takes a couple of steps back. “Is Jagger running The Raven’s Nest now?”
“Don’t think so.” He scratches the back of his head, suddenly looking lost by her question. Lost and adorable, and I have no idea why I’m still seeing him in that way, but he does. I refocus my attention on Sloane, loving how much of a badass she is when it comes to her brothers. They all listen to her and even look scared when she talks. How did she get so powerful? I wish I could have just a sliver of her authority.
“Then I am the only boss you need to worry about while you’re in my club. Go find someone else to annoy and let us be.” She flicks him playfully on the forehead.
He glances at me, a little wounded. “I’ll wait for you in the hall,” he snips over his shoulder as he leaves.
Onyx has also disappeared, so it’s just the two of us.
“Thank you,” I whisper, sucking in my first full breath since Jagger accosted me at the shop. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
She pulls a bottle of juice from her mini-fridge and hands it to me with her good hand. “Take a seat. I’ve been meaning to check in with you, but my life is chaos at the moment. I’m glad you’re here.”
I sit on the jade-green velvet sofa and open the juice, having a large swig. I’m not sure where to start with what has been going on since I saw her last. In a way it feels like a lifetime ago. “What happened to your wrist?” I ask instead.
“It’s best if you don’t know,” she says, taking the seat opposite me with a juice of her own.
