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Jace’s lip curls. “No. She can’t use a fucking weapon. Jesus, she wasn’t bought up in some gang.”
“Well, she’s Mafia now, so things are going to change.” Oscar stands, closing his laptop before turning to face Jace and looking at him pointedly. “For all of you.” He tacks on, making Jace’s eyebrows furrow.
“Come on, beauty, let’s go get him home.” Cole holds his hand out toward me with a glimmer of trepidation in his eyes, but when my hand slips into his, all tension vanishes.
Love shines in his eyes and seeps through the coldness of my skin, warming me from the outside in.
It’s heart-stopping, all-consuming.
It’s complete and utter devotion.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
JACE
“Do you think they’re expecting us?” I glance out of the SUV window toward the imposing building. It looks more like a dilapidated warehouse than a strip club.
“Is it even open?” Cole asks, shoving his head between the front seats, and his nose scrunches.
Finn chuckles from beside me, his toothpick dangling from his mouth. “It’s open, alright.”
“So we go in there, cause a scene, get dragged into the office, and then what?” I ask.
“Then we fuck shit up!” His eyebrows dance up and down in a way that makes my eyes widen at how maniacal he looks in a move that was clearly meant to be comical.
He glances over his shoulder toward Tia and Cole. “You two stay put.”
“You want me to bark like the fucking dog you think you’re talking to?” Cole spits back, and I rub my forehead. Why the hell does he have to choose now to be petty? I know he’s pissed at not joining us, but he needs to rein it in.
“Hey, whatever gets you off, man. Got myself a good woman, and I ain’t interested in sharing or that pet shit you’re into.”
My mouth falls open, did he just fucking imply we want him?
Cole’s face morphs into disgust. “Ewww, dude. Shut the fuck up and go do damage.” He waves toward the building, and Tia gives an awkward chuckle to break the odd tension.
“Come on, Rottweiler, let’s go.” He tilts his head toward the door. His nickname for me sets my teeth on edge as I open the door and jump out to follow his cocky swagger toward the club.
As soon as we’re within one hundred feet, we can feel the beat of the music inside. Every cell in my body is coiled with an underlying tension, an aggression desperate to escape, a rage screaming to come out. “Act cool,” Finn grunts as we head toward the door.
I turn to face him and scan him up and down.Is he serious?“I am fucking cool,” I spit back, mortified at his assumption.
Finn scoffs, and I’m surprised he doesn’t choke on the toothpick. “Fine. Act less like you.”
My feet come to a standstill to ask him what the fuck his problem is, but a sharp voice cuts through the air. “O’Connell, what the hell brings you here?”
A security guy stands in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he glances from me to Finn.
“Need my cock sucking, what the fuck else would I be doing here?”
The dude searches Finn’s face, no doubt looking for a sign of deceit. “You got your own clubs.” He lifts his chin.
“Yeah, twenty-five of the fuckers, and can’t get sucked off without one of my brothers being alerted.”
Jesus, twenty-five clubs. A low whistle leaves my lips before I can stop it.
“Got a couple of the Varros family in there tonight, don’t want no trouble,” the guy adds before spitting on the floor.
