He chuckles as he bends down to untie the rope. “You’re a trained soldier. Couldn’t you get yourself out of it?”
“Houdini wouldn’t be able to get out of this.” I wriggle again, showing him just how tight the ropes are. “Hurry the fuck up and wipe that shit-eating grin off your face.”
His brows pull inwards as he tugs on the rope under the chair. “Your woman knows how to tie a knot.”
“You think?”
He eventually unties the rope, then untangles it from me and the chair. My joints crack as I stretch and stand. Then I grab my phone from the cupboard to check the tracking app for the tracker I planted in her lipstick. She doesn’t go anywhere without that thing, even applied it in the fucking house.
“Is she safe?” Dan asks, holding his breath as the app loads. My heart thuds along with the shooting pain in my temple. All my muscles tense watching the three dots flash on the screen.
I let out a breath when I see the red dot hovering over Club Curve.
“Need my help?” Dan asks.
“Yeah, I need your car.”
“Let’s go.” Dan’s already opening the garage by the time I’ve locked the house.
* * *
The engine roars beneath me,matching my roaring stomach, hungry for her. Dan drives through the city, overtaking anyone who gets in our way. All the time, I’m clutching my phone, watching the red dot flash on the tracker app.
Dan screeches to a halt outside the doors to the club, then parks the car as I rush to the entrance.
Joe the bouncer stops me at the door. I should’ve known she’d have barred me from the fucking club. “You can’t come in, Dom, boss’s orders.”
“You mean Poppy’s orders. She’s in danger.”
“Yeah, from you apparently.”
“You know I only want to keep her safe. You know me, Joe. I also know your wife and your mistress.”
“Fuck.” He glances sideways. “You’re gonna get me in the shit here, man.”
“If you’re gonna roll in it, then prepare to pay the consequences.”
“Here.” He digs my keys from his pocket. “She gave me these. Asked me to check on you after my shift.”
I take my car and house keys from him. Something stutters in my chest. She still cares enough to have Joe check on me. He nods to the back. “Stage door’s open. Round the back.”
* * *
My heart stops seeingher on stage. A red bodice wrestles with her glorious tits to hold them in place. The black frills covering her ass make it look bigger and more divine. I can’t stop the growl that comes out of me as my eyes feast on my little fox under the spotlight.
She’s sublime. Her body bends, arching her back and moving her hips to the music. Even in the blonde wig, there’s no mistaking my Red. She electrifies the stage, making my cock jerk and stand to attention as if awoken by an electrical surge pulsing through my veins. I need to touch her, bend her over and bury my cock so fucking deep in her, she’ll never want to leave me again.
Our eyes lock. She gasps. I glare at her, baring my teeth so she knows what’s coming. I’ve lost all fucking control, and I have every mind to rip her from that stage, but she looks too fucking good. Damn it, this should be for my eyes only. I want to blind everyone here for gazing upon what’s mine.
Her eyes flick to someone else in the crowd, and I follow her gaze.
Malcolm the fucking wanker is practically salivating over my woman and thank fuck he’s here, because I need to shoot something and not just my load. But I’ll let Dan deal with Malcolm. For now.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I text Dan.
Malcolm is here. Table 4. Left of the stage. I’m taking Poppy out back.
The song ends. The tremble in Poppy’s lip and her unsteady feet in her heels grips me by the lungs. She gathers the money from around the pole and scurries off stage. The need to go to my woman and reassure her she’s all right overwhelmed me, tightening my chest.
