With the way her hands were on her hips, one leg shifted forward, she appeared a beautiful and very capable Amazon.
“You don’t know what the cartel is capable of.”
She laughed, brushing her hand through her hair. “And you don’t seem to remember what I’m capable of. I’m following the rules. I’m in my family’s club. I’m safe.” She turned away from me.
I allowed my gaze to fall from the swish of her hair to the single long stride she took as she was walking away.
“Where are your bodyguards?”
“What?” She didn’t bother turning around.
“I was standing right there when you agreed that when you went out at night, you’d allow the guards. So where are they?”
She took a few seconds before turning around. “As I said, I’m at the family club. They weren’t needed.”
Very slowly, I walked toward her. It was fascinating the electricity we’d always shared, the sheer indulgence of our flirtatiousness creating an air of uncertainty.
And a desire that pushed us both into doing things we wouldn’t ordinarily do. We both enjoyed pushing the other’s buttons. It was just one of our private games.
It was the only way I could get my rocks off around her.
However, she was misunderstanding my intent while also undermining the level of danger.
“I can tell you need a lesson in following the rules.” In truth, she did. She’d been allowed to indulge in risky behavior for far too long. At least in my humble opinion.
“Not from you.” She dared blow me a kiss before backing away. Her laugh was meant as torment.
And it worked.
Whether or not I was doing the right thing didn’t enter my mind. All that did was that she needed to learn a lesson that playing with fire would only get her burned.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t entirely certain if I was talking about in being unable to recognize sentries from our enemies.
Or from me.
Either way, I grabbed her around the waist and before she had a chance to react, I tossed her over my shoulder.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
“Giving you the lesson I’ve wanted to for a long time.”
CHAPTER 6
Emmeline
A lesson?
What in the hell did Donatello think he was doing?
At first, I couldn’t move. He was already in the private elevator before I managed to react. But even my struggle did nothing. He had a firm grasp on me, holding me only with one arm. I was shocked to the point I hadn’t bothered screaming.
Not that anyone would have come to my rescue. Every employee would know better than to interfere.
“Let me down, Donatello.” It was on the tip of my tongue to add that I’d tell my brothers if he didn’t. Exactly how old was I again?
I hadn’t purposely slipped away from the men following me. They’d simply been too slow after I’d mentioned I was leaving. I’d gotten frustrated, starting the engine and even waiting for a couple of minutes. When they still hadn’t paid any attention, I’d left.
Donatello’s attempt at using the Miami Cartel did grate my nerves. Our bouncers would have caught them if they’d come to our club for a nefarious reason.
