I shot to my feet, gathering my hair as I stumbled back and forced a smile. “Thank you so much for the drink! And for earlier!” He eyed me closely. “This has been so fun, but I really need to get going.”
“Why?”
His question threw me. “What?”
The man stood, adjusting his jacket. A bright flash of something caught my eyes and I noticed a gold signet ring on his finger. “What’s the rush?” He stepped closer. “You don’t have someone waiting at home, do you?” The man stopped directly in front of me.
There’s definitely something wrong with him.
And knowing that, I decided to switch how I was handling him. “So what if I do?” I asked, losing my smile and the sweet tone I had been speaking in. “Are you going to try and stop me from leaving?” I tilted my head. “No…I don’t think so. Not unlessyou want me to scream.” My smile returned. “Now, fucking move.”
The man grinned at my temper. “Oh my, you’re a feisty one now, aren’t you?” He paused, looking me up and down. “I can see why he’s always missing. I bet you keep him really busy, don’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
Was he talking about Felix?
The man looked past me and nodded to his men. They stepped aside, leaving me enough room to leave the booth. I turned to get the hell out of there when he spoke again. “Oh, do me a favor, will you?” When I looked over my shoulder at him, he was sitting on the couch with a second glass in his hand, eyeing the gold ring along his finger. “Tell Felix his time is up.” His dark eyes raised as he swirled the glass. “This little fever dream of his is over. Will you do that for me, Danika?” I nodded. “Good.” He motioned for me to leave, and I did.
What the hell?
I rushed away from him, making my way through the crowd as fast as I could. Not because I was scared for myself, but because something was telling me I needed to get to Felix. Fast.
I pulled my phone from my bag and dialed his number. He picked up almost immediately.
“Cottontail.”
I shot through the crowd of dancing people and approached the bar, hoping he would hear me. “How fast can you get here?” I looked around, noticing one of the strange man’s bodyguards eyeing me from across the club, and I knew something bad was about to happen. “I need you, Felix.”
“Don’t move.” The call ended.
I ordered a drink to help calm my nerves, remaining at the bar for a few minutes when a text came through. I glanced down to see it was from him.
Meet me out back.
I hearted his message and downed my drink before heading toward the exit. But as I walked through the crowd again, I noticed I wasn’t alone. I was being followed.
Fuck.
FELIX
Dream’s voice told me everything I needed to know, which is why I immediately dialed the one person I knew would help.
“Haze. How fast can you get to The Red Eye?” I quickly hopped my ass onto my bike, wearing a backpack.
He paused before answering, obviously hearing the panic in my voice. “I can be there in fifteen.”
I revved the bike. “Make it ten.” I shoved my head into the helmet, then hung up.
I’m coming for you, Dream.
The motorcycle roared as I sped down the street toward the club, giving no fucks to the red lights and stop signs I ran. All I fucking cared about was making sure she was safe.
As I sped down the highway, weaving through traffic, a sleek black BMW M5 shot across the lanes and drove up next to me. The driver’s window rolled down and I spotted my brother smoking a blunt. “Care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?” he shouted as we both swerved to dodge a car.
I sped around, returning to his side. “Stay close!”
Haze nodded, shadowing me the rest of the way to the club. We pulled up and approached the back parking lot just in time to see Dream stepping out the back door. She spotted me, lighting up with a smile as she picked up her pace. I drove toward her, noticing the back door swing open again as one of Kief’s men stepped out behind her. “Dream!” I sped toward her.
