“Just that I’ve been hurt, and I want to see him. I don’t even care if it makes me sound like a whiny baby.”
“Dude, I had a guy just piss me off earlier and went hunting for Rome so I could get a hug. You can bet your gorgeous ass I’d be begging for him right now.”
Scarlett smiles softly. “You two are the cutest.”
I punch out a message to Luke.
Me: I’m with Scarlett in the infirmary. She’s been hurt and would like to see you when you’re free.
“There. Message sent.”
“Thank you.”
Thirty-Five
ROME
Iwalk into the cell and find four of my men flanking the piece of shit from the playroom.
“Strip him down to his underwear and tie him to the ceiling.”
The man wails in terror, but I don’t give a fuck. Once more tonight, I remove my jacket, roll up my sleeves, and settle in to torture a man.
While my guys work on getting him ready for me, I call Luke.
“Hey, boss,” he says.
“You need to get back here.” I sigh and look at the ceiling. “Scarlett’s been hurt. She’s in the infirmary with Eloise and the doctor. I have the asshole with me in the cell.”
“The fuck?” Luke’s voice is hard, and I feel for him. If the tables were turned, I’d burn the world to the ground for my girl.
“She was whipped.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?”
“Get back here. I’ll get him started for you.”
I might be the boss, but Scarlett is Luke’s girl. I’ve watched him watch her for months. I didn’t need my firefly to fill me in on their relationship.
I have eyes.
And I know my second-in-command.
But just because I’ll let Luke finish this fucker doesn’t mean I won’t have a little fun in the meantime.
“Do you know who I am?” I ask as I step toward the idiot and glare at him.
“No.”
“Well, let me introduce myself. I’m Roman Alexander, and I own this club.” I slap him hard across the face. It’s humiliating, and it stings.
And I enjoy it.
“You came into my club and broke my rules. Twice. And now you’re going to pay for it.”
The door of the room opens, and one of my guys passes me the bullwhip.
“What’s your name?” I ask the man strung up before me.
