He chuckles. “Yes, Club Greed is one of many clubs I own.”
With a hand placed at my back, he escorts me over to the leather chair. The moment I sit down, a female in short black shorts and a button-up places a napkin down along with a glass of some type of drink.
“Are all your clubs named after a sin?” I ask as I pick up my glass and take a sip.
My eyes widen. It’s a lemon drop, my favorite drink.
“Not all,” he says, taking the seat beside me. Just like when I sat down, the waitress quickly places a glass of something dark in front of him.
“I swear I learn something new about you every day. An ex-angel turned club owner.”
He shrugs. “I own twenty-five clubs across five states. Six casinos, and a handful of restaurants.”
I have to admit I was a little impressed by this. I didn’t take him for a businessman, not a legit one anyway.
“So you do more than just kidnap women and hold them hostage?” I fight to keep the smile off my face.
His eyes narrow at me before he grins. “The kidnapping is just a side gig.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “Well, I hope this fancy club serves food. I’m starving.”
Raziel leans back in his seat. He holds up a hand, and the same server that brought us the drinks appears. The girl must have flashed over here because she came out of nowhere.
“Bring her one of everything.” The waitress lowers her head before she vanishes right before my eyes.
“Razzy, I’m not going to eat all that food.”
His eyes darken. For a minute I think I’ve said something wrong. However, the grin that lifts his cheeks and softens his features tells me different.
“I see we have advanced in our relationship. You’re giving me nicknames.”
I didn’t even realize what I’d said until now. No offense, but saying Raziel was a mouthful. Hell, it’s why most of my family called me Siah.
“Well, seeing as you don’t seem to be letting me go anytime soon, I might as well figure out an easier name.” I take a sip of my lemon-drop.
“As I’ve told you, Beauty, you are free to go. But a soul for a soul.”
I glare at him. He grins at me.
“Whatever,” I say, not wanting to discuss his rule.
I couldn’t, with a good conscience, accept my freedom at the risk of ending one of my family member’s lives. I wasn’t that selfish. Raziel knows this, which is why he keeps offering that out.
“Have you thought anymore about me going back to work next week?”
The moment my question is out, his jaw tenses. I was coming to terms with this agreement and understood that there was no getting out of it. However, that didn’t mean I wanted to be locked away in his penthouse forever.
I know that running from Raziel would mean either death to someone I love or even a repeat of the last time. And though my body has no problem with that consequence, my mental state wouldn’t survive it.
He looks away from me, those dark brown eyes gazing down at the female singer on the stage. “We will see.”
I’ll take it. It’s a lot different from the hell no I was getting.
Half an hour later, and I’m stuffed. I was right, I couldn’t eat all the food they brought, but I sure did give it a try. Everything was delicious.
I was now leaning back against the chair listening to Raziel tell me about the time he almost got beheaded for sleeping with a pharaoh’s wife.
“I can’t believe you took his jewels,” I swipe at my eyes, wiping the mirth from my laughter away.
