“Nope, sorry, they’re looking at my gorgeous mate, wondering how it would feel to either fuck or be fucked by you…fantastic, just in case anyone asks…or how it would feel to sink their cock into the hottest and sexiest man here,” Kieran said sassily. “Oh look at Fionn! He’s the filling in a muscle sandwich.”
“Holy shit! How did he do that?”
“By being hot, sexy and fresh meat,” Kieran said, turning around to face his mate and grinding his cock against Logan’s cock.
“Fuck! Gods, I’m glad he’s surrounded by enforcers. Oh shit, they’re taking him into the back room.” Logannodded at Groose, one of the enforcers, to follow Fionn, happy to see three more enforcers go with him.
“Oh, my gods!” squealed Kieran. “He’s going to get some action.”
Bemused at what the two men wanted, Fionn followed them through the black curtain, down a hallway until they reached another room. Pushing him up against the wall, one man unsnapped his jeans while the other called out to someone in the hallway. Suddenly, Fionn sensed a dragon and panicked. As far as he knew there weren’t any dragons in Scotland except himself, since his father was forbidden to be in the same country where he was.
Pushing at the man who was holding him against the wall was futile. “Let me go,” he cried, struggling to escape the iron hands gripping his body. “I mean it, man, I changed my mind. Let me go!”
“I don’t think so,” the man growled in his face. “Someone wants to meet you.” The second man came back and grabbed his hands, twisting them behind his back.
Groose burst in with his men and, within seconds, Fionn was freed and the two men were out cold on the floor. “C’mon. We need to leave now,” he said to Fionn. Then he and his men surrounded the young dragon as they escorted him out to the dance floor and over to Logan.
“Kieran!” cried Fionn, rushing up to him. “There’s a dragon nearby!”
“What?” asked Logan, looking at Groose as Kieran hugged Fionn.
“I don’t know about that, sir, but the men who were with him were definitely up to no good.”
“Time to call it a night,” said Logan. “Gather up your men and meet me back at the booth.” Tapping Theo and Norman’s shoulders, Logan indicated they were leaving and to follow him. Once they wove their way through the throng and reached the VIP booth, Logan said to Colton, “There was an incident with Fionn so it’s time to leave.”
“Okay,” answered Colton, “Ian and I were ready to leave anyway. Is Fionn all right?”
“Yeah, but the sooner we get back to the hotel, the better it’ll be,” Logan said. Then turning to Groose, he asked, “Where are the men who were with Fionn?”
“We left them on the floor, unconscious,” answered Groose.
“See if they have any identification on them,” ordered Logan.
Nodding, Groose relayed the order to the three men who had accompanied him back there. Then he turned to speak to the club’s security chief.
While Groose was relaying what had happened to Fionn, Logan sent off a text to Steel, telling him what happened. Within minutes, the club was swarming with security and Logan found his group barricaded by a wall of men, standing shoulder to shoulder, keeping everyone twenty feet away. The manager slipped through and walked up to Logan. “Sir, I’m sorry to hear one of your party was attacked. Rest assured, we’ll find those men and take care of them.”
Just then, Groose’s men returned; the men were gone and no traces of them could be found. Logan looked at the manager and asked, “Do you have cameras?"
“Yes, sir. There isn’t any part of the club not covered.”
“Good, make a copy of the video and send it to me and Steel.”
“Certainly, sir. If you are ready to leave, I have transportation waiting out back.”
Nodding, he pulled Kieran tight to him, and placed Fionn between two of the biggest enforcers with Theo and Norm behind them and Ian and Colton bringing up the rear. Then he growled, “Let’s go.”
Kieran knew it was serious—after all, someone tried to hurt his friend—but he couldn’t help giggling at the sight they made, surrounded by enforcers who were surrounded by security men, so big and so wide, he doubted anyone could even see Fionn. Slowly they made their way through the club to the back door. The manager did a series of knocks and waited until he got answering ones before he opened the door. Stepping out first, he checked the area, satisfied to see his men standing at the alley’s entrance, barring access to it. Then, gesturing for Logan to step forward, it took only minutes to have everyone loaded into three identical cars that were waiting.
Thanking the manager for his help, Logan turned to Groose. “You know what you have to do.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once inside his car, Logan hit a button to raise a bullet-proof glass partition between the front seat and the passenger compartment, then pressed another button to turn all the windows opaque. Speaking through the intercom to Groose, who was driving he said, “Okay, let’s go.” Then he lifted Kieran onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around him as the blacked-out cars pulled out of the alley.
The drive back to the hotel was a swift and well-coordinated affair. Anyone attempting to follow them would quickly become confused as Groose and the other drivers played a shell game, continually changing their positions and distances from each other as they drove through the city streets. Finally, Groose pulled up to an underground private entrance at the hotel, followed by the other cars. After other enforcers secured the area, Groose got out, opened the back passenger door and said to Logan, “Sir, if you go through that door, you’ll find the private elevator that will take you to your floor. My men have searched your suites and found nothing.”
“Thank you, Groose,” said Logan. “Let’s get together in the morning and we’ll go over the security video.”
