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Trey refused to concede. He’d been dealing with Rogue for years. Trey knew all the tricks for Rogue’s mindfuck. All he needed was a little leeway, and he’d thrive off it. Trey wouldn’t give him an inch.
Or so he thought.
The seat beside him shifted as Rogue sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands. “A thousand bucks says she goes home with that fucker.”
Trey jerked his gaze to Jared, who was stationed on the end of the risers. It took only seconds before the security looked up, and Trey lifted his chin, gesturing to Dahlia. Further instruction was unnecessary. Trey’s previous order of making sure she got in a car was fully understood.
“Well played.” Rogue took a long swig from his glass and settled his hand on Trey’s shoulder. “Never seen you get territorial over pussy.”
Trey ignored the harsh remark and Rogue altogether. He watched as Jared walked over, setting himself between the man and Dahlia. She seemed surprised, widened her eyes, and stepped back. This was probably the first time any of the security had spoken to her. Given strict orders from Jared, she seemed taken aback. Whatever he said, Dahlia obediently nodded, and for a brief moment, her gaze shot up to the balcony, zoning in directly on Trey. His muscles tightened, and his scowl deepened. If she wasn’t getting a clear message from Jared, then he’d send one of his own. It was time for her to leave.
Dahlia tore her gaze from Trey and pointed toward the door. With her friend by her side, Jared escorted them to the exit and out the door. Trey took a sip of his drink and settled back in his seat.
“Well, that was fucking interesting. Care to share what the fuck just went down?”
Trey sighed and looked down at the cages where the fighters were prepping for another fight.
“No.”
Trey wouldn’t entertain any discussion about her. Rogue knew him too well. He’d see through every lie Trey told. It was best to avoid any conversation, though he had a feeling Rogue wouldn’t let it go. Trey had exposed too much letting his control and guard down with Dahlia.
This would come back to haunt him.
Fuck!
Chapter Eleven
Dahlia covered her yawn, glancing up at the empty balcony. Trey and Rogue didn’t usually roll into the club until well after ten. As it stood, the Bowery hadn’t even opened yet and wouldn’t for the next half hour. Yet, the line had started to form outside and was almost to the parking lot.
Three days without seeing him and having the memory of Saturday play over in her head on repeat. I can’t! It was a special kind of torture. Reserved for the obsessed.
Dahlia couldn’t be sure, but when she’d met up with Penny after leaving Trey, a member of security had shown up when Kyle approached them. It could have been a fluke, a mere coincidence. Maybe Trey looked out for all his employees. It didn’t mean anything, at least not to her. Penny, on the other hand, was asking a million questions. She seemed extremely suspicious. Dahlia was vague with her answers. One specific question caught her totally off guard when Penny asked.
“They don’t talk to you, right? I mean, you’re a fucking barback. They probably don’t even know who you are. Right?”
Dahlia wasn’t big on lying, especially with her friends, but she’d made a promise to Trey.
“Nope.” Dahlia’s answer seemed to put Penny at ease. She wanted to know why Penny asked but it would only open it all up for further discussion. It was best to shut it down.
Now…here I am. Obsessing.
The table she was seated at slightly rocked as Keely sat in the chair beside her. She placed the small plate in front of her and smiled up at Dahlia.
“I love a staff meeting with snacks.”
Dahlia chuckled, glancing down at the variety of meats, cheeses, and vegetables. She had to give credit where it was due. The Bowery took care of their people. The staff meetings were mandatory, but they got paid for the extra hour, and as Keely said, they provided snacks.
Keely popped a square of cheddar in her mouth and shifted closer to Dahlia. “How was your weekend? Do anything fun?”
Made out with and dry-humped my boss in a dark corner of a dirty fight club with hundreds of people in attendance and smelled like a combination of blood, sweat, and puke. All that said, it would forever go down as one of the best nights of her life.
“Yeah, I had a good time hanging out with my friend,” Dahlia said, then quickly shifted the conversation back to Keely in hopes she wouldn’t ask for further details. “How about you?”
“I had a date.”
“How’d it go?” Dahlia asked when Keely didn’t elaborate.
Keely scrunched her nose and squinted. “He talked about himself a lot. I just felt like I left knowing everything about him, but he never asked about me. And every time I tried to share something, he did this thing where he flipped it around, and it was back to him again.”
