I have to figure this out.
I motion for Gabe to meet me at the register. Once he’s there, he looks over his shoulder. I can tell he’s looking at Torren, who’s sitting on his motorcycle, too busy securing his helmet to his head to pay attention to us.
I literally gasp.
“He’ll be at theKitty Cat Club tonight.” I’ve never heard Gabe speak before. His voice is…haunting. But hot at the same time. It’s raspy from disuse and lower than I expected.
Wait.
He’s telling me where Torren will be tonight!
Oh my God, he’s an angel!
I’d kiss him, but Torren would probably choke him to death.
Or me.
Another thing that shouldn’t turn me on.
“Where’s that?” I ask.
He motions for me to hand him my pad and pencil and scribbles the address.
A pounding sound grabs my attention, and I turn to see Torren banging his hand against the window, screaming for Gabe to get outside and on his bike.
“He’s bossy, isn’t he?”
Gabriel rolls his eyes, then passes me the pad before leaving to join my dark knight. Torren tosses him a helmet, and they speed off.
My eyes trail down to the piece of paper with the address.
Looks like I’ll be taking my pussy to the Kitty Cat Club tonight.
Chapter 12
Torren
The Kitty Cat Clubhas every permutation of BDSM equipment you can imagine. I come here weekly—another routine to help me maintain control. Each time I leave this club, I feel relaxed. My mind becomes clear, and the darkness that threatens to pull me under dissipates for a little while after.
Tobias is right. This is exactly what I need—to let this sexual frustration I feel for Felix out in a safe space.
Felix is the only person I’ve ever been attracted to who has made me feel the way I felt the night it all happened. I’ve never had those kinds of violent impulses with other hookups—just normal kinky shit.
Sure, I’ll fuck someone up real bad if they deserve it, like the guy who hurt Trixie, but Felix is just…
A brat.
A beautiful brat, with life shimmering in his gorgeous eyes, and a naughty smile that makes me feral, but still just a brat. Not bad enough to bring out the demon in me. I laugh off most brats.
Why is this happening?
Hopefully, a night here will help me recenter.
My hand slaps against the wooden door, splintered and worn with time, and it slowly opens to reveal my buddy, Mac. “Boss man,” he says with affection as we clasp hands and he pulls me in for a warm embrace.
I pat his back as he gives me a bone-crushing hug, and rasp out, “Mac, you know I’m not the boss anymore.”
He shrugs, his muscles bulging as he does it. “You’ll always be the boss to me, Torren.”
