It makes me want to kill everyone, and I can feel the tension in Ky’s body, though he appears to the outside world to be enjoying the club. The woman, Judy, comes back and collects Izzy from the stage. His gaze meets mine for a second, and then he’s walking toward a table dressed in nothing but a tight black pair of briefs and his heels.
I know he’ll be fine. Ireallydo. Alpha barks don’t work on him, and he’s done all kinds of immersive undercover work in the past. The problem I have is that he doesn’t have the safety of “being” a beta here.
As he passes near us, I can smell his sweet scent, meaning everyone can as well. What can I say? I really fucking hate it.
“Keep it together. You’re growling,” Kyren mutters. “He’s fine.”
Gritting my teeth, I force myself to relax as Judy comes back to me.
“My apologies. Genevieve is currently busy, but will be with you soon. Follow me?” she asks.
Standing to keep myself from bitching at her, I nod. Kyren has a well polished mask set over his features that betray none of the fury he’s feeling.
“That bitch,”Syrus says in my ear, saying what I want to.
Crossing the room, I force myself to ignore the moans and sounds of blow jobs as I pass omegas on their knees. Genevieve is one of them, and I decide that if it’s within my power, Judy will be losing her life tonight.
It’ll have to be quick, but dead is still dead. There is no time for theatrics and torture tonight.
She’s had us waiting for over an hour, and that’s kind of unacceptable. I have an odd feeling. Have we been made?
The door Judy opens reveals an empty room, and she smiles tightly as we investigate.
“Maybe you are like the rest of our patrons,” she muses. “It’s a very busy night. I do apologize for the wait. Genevieve will be in as soon as possible.”
Kyren closes the door with a nod, and neither of us say a word as we look around the room for cameras.
“I don’t see anything,” he mutters.
“Doesn’t mean there isn’t one somewhere,” I sigh.
Though, Kyren is trained to find surveillance devices, which means if he can’t, it doesn’t exist. He even gets on the floor and looks under the chairs before shrugging and sitting down.
“Everyone okay?”Syrus asks in my ear.
“Mmmhmm,” I respond, knowing he doesn’t need a long reply. My heart is racing slightly with concern, but Kyren is sprawled out, pretending we’re having a great time.
Our personas at work are to play into whoever we’re pretending to be. My persona? Slightly irritated at having to wait. We can’t both be chill.
Kyren runs his fingers through his red hair, ruffling it slightly as the minutes pass by. There’s background music lightly playing, but it doesn’t ease my worry in the least.
Though Izzy is out on the floor, his job is to also play the part of a sex worker. He can’t make a move until we’re ready for it.
“She’s headed your way, guys,”Izzy mutters under his breath.
Fucking finally.
The door opens a minute later, and I see Genevieve walk in wearing a white, very sheer robe. Kyren and I remain silent as she closes and locks the door, and she walks tentatively toward us in her heels.
“Hello,” she says softly.
“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur. She looks exactly like the girl from the video feed Kyren found. Maeve’s makeup is elegant, despite whatever she’s been doing earlier in the night, but there’s a sadness that tinges her gaze.
“I was told you wanted to book private time with me?” she asks.
“Yes. Come sit on my lap,” I suggest. If there’s a listening device somewhere, I don’t want anyone to hear what I have to say. As her hands move to her belt, I shake my head. “Leave it on for now, okay?”
Nodding, she takes a breath to calm herself as she sits on my leg gingerly. Pulling her slightly closer, I’m not worried about her feeling anything underneath her because my dick has completely deflated while we’ve been waiting.
