They’re talking, him laying it on thick, her cool as the fucking ice in that champagne bucket. But there’s something in the way he looks at her, the way he leans in close… I don’t like it.
I fucking hate it.
She’s mine.
Before I turn and head down, I see the bartender slip something into her drink. She’s too busy flirting with the asshole in the suit to notice.
Icy dread trickles down my spine as she raises the glass to her lips.Fuck.I’m moving before I can think, shoving my way to the stairs, my heart pounding out a staccato beat.
If thosemudakstampered with her drink, if they’re planning to hurt her…
I’ll fucking kill them. Tear them apart with my bare hands.
But as I hit the main floor, shouldering my way through the throng of bodies, I see her body go limp, staggering like she’s about to hit the floor. And there, at her side, a new piece of shit, pawing at her, trying to lead her away.
Blyat, I’m too late.
Red stumbles as she stands, and the slimy fucker slips an arm around her waist, guiding her toward the back of the club.
Toward the private rooms.
I’m seconds away from whipping out my hidden knife and slicing off the skank’s arms when I feel a hand on my shoulder.
“I think I know who runs this place, boss.”
Maksim. His face is grim, tense.
I shrug him off, my focus laser-locked on Red’s retreating form. “Not now.”
“Boss, it can’t wait. It’s about the—”
“I said, not fucking now!”
I wrench away from him, my pulse roaring in my ears as I stalk after Red and the man, every muscle in my body coiled tight, ready to snap.
I’m not letting that beautiful, feistycykaout of my sight.
But she’s already vanishing behind the door.
seven
Clara
Fucking Hell.
In two minutes, I’m on the dance floor, scanning the crowd around me, searching for my target from earlier, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Men think they’ve got the power, but they don’t know shit. I’m the one who decides who I fuck. Not them.
I know. I’m dressed to kill, but that just means every loser in the club thinks they’ve got a chance.
A man dressed in a suit, his face hidden behind a black, beaked mask, walks straight toward me like he’s fucking death incarnate.
With a flick of my wrist, I knock his hand away, my eyes burning with fire.
“Fuck off,” I growl. But the target I’m looking for? He’s gone.
Fucking vanished.
