“It’s a long jump from the other side of the law,” Dex agrees.
Zane shrugs. “I’ve always been hers.” Zane looks at Les. “I’m more than ready.”
Les’ smile lights up her whole face. “Alright,” she says, standing up. “Let’s go piss off Viktor.”
We endedup at Club Catch around lunchtime, and our first clue something was wrong? They let us in without question. Holden stayed behind at the house to watch the cameras and continue working on everything he had.
This club serves lunch and dinner and then becomes a nightclub. Just like Maximus that Les owns, an idea Viktor stole from her when he opened it up.
“I don’t like this,” Dex mutters when we’re seated. We ended up sitting the same way we do at the house.
“I don’t either,” Ryder agrees, looking at Les. “Thoughts?”
She rolls her shoulders back, tense as hell. “He’s here.”
I feel it too. Viktor is lurking somewhere and saw us pull up.
“What’s the plan, Baby?” Leo asks, sitting back in his chair. I still can’t believe how well he’s adapted to this life. He takes everything in stride now, never questioning what happens or how he feels. Hell, he kidnapped a man with me so Les could kill him. Leo was made for this life.
“We eat.” She smiles, but it has a crazy edge.
Zane raises an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
“For now,” Ryder grins.
“Ms. Poletti,” the waitress greets, looking nervous as hell. “This is for you.” She pulls over an ice bucket with an open bottle of wine with shaky hands. “Compliments of Mr. Orlov.”
Les raises an eyebrow as the waitress sits out five glasses. “There’s six of us.”
The poor girl swallows. “He said we don’t serve his kind here.” She darts a nervous glance at Zane when she says it, causing me to choke on a laugh. It isn’t this girl’s fault that her boss is a massive dick.
“That’s okay,” Zane says with a smile, letting her know he doesn’t blame her.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers before almost running in the other direction.
Les watches her go, then looks back at us. “That girl is scared to death.”
“Do you blame her?” I ask with a snort.
Les reaches for the bottle of wine, turning it so she can see the label. “Oh. It’s vintage,” she exclaims, then turns the whole bottle upside down into the ice bucket, letting the contents flow into it. “How clumsy of me.”
We know we’re being watched; Viktor has cameras everywhere. Holden hacked into them last night so he can watch everything go down and warn us if we need to beat a hasty retreat. No matter how petty we have to be, we’re going to draw Viktor out. This is just the beginning.
The scared little waitress walks back over, looks at the bucket, and her shaking intensifies. She takes our order, except for Zane’s, then disappears again.
“Don’t worry, Big daddy; I’ll share,” I quip, causing Les to shudder at the nickname.
Zane turns to me with a glare. “Keep calling me that, you little asshole…” He leaves that threat open for me to fill in the blanks.
“You’ll spank me?” I ask with a waggle of my eyebrows.
Everyone starts laughing, but Zane, causing several heads to swing our way from other tables.
“Now, why the fuck would he do something you would like?” Dex says dryly and loudly. Not only are we not dressed to their high-class dress code, but we also aren’t their typical clientele.
I shrug. “He would like it too.”
Everything about Zane screams big dick energy, just like Les said this morning. And he can back it up. I never saw myself being friends with him, but something about finding him in his apartment drunk off his ass made me feel sorry for the dick. He was hurting just as badly as Les, and none of us stopped to think about that. All we were worried about was ourselves. He changed just as much as she did since he’s been with her, and it isn’t even because of what happenedto him. He doesn’t give a fuck about that; all he cares about is what happened to Les.
