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“No.” My voice shakes as I speak. I can barely hear it through the pulse pounding in my ears.
“Have it your way.” He shrugs and grips my chin and pries my lips open, slipping in his finger to the back of my mouth. The metallic twang of blood sours on my tongue, his eyes glint with hunger.
“I’ll see you around, detective,” he rasps. The way it rolls out of him with a deep Italian accent does something to me. He slips out his finger, still tightly holding my jaw. His mouth is just a breath away from mine. I’m fighting between the urge to headbutt him or kiss him, giving him back his blood from my mouth.
He gives me one last smug grin and backs away from me. Breaking into a jog, he veers out of the alleyway. Leaving me up against the wall, my body is tingling and the taste of him lingers on my tongue.
A new fire is set within me to take this asshole down.
“Hey, Alex. Can I talk to you for a second?” I ask as he pours himself a coffee in the break room.
His spoon clinks against the edge of his cup as he glances up. “Yeah, sure. Fire away.”
“So, I’m working a case and the guy keeps going to this address.” I lie. I spent the afternoon following Frankie around. First to King’s Gym, then to Grayson’s house and lastly, he met Jax on his bike outside this shady looking black building. I watched him swipe a key card to get in. I know there’s something important behind that door.
So, I stayed for the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. It was either stunning women in hardly a shred of clothing or suited men.
I’ve got my bets it’s a strip club, and what mafia organization doesn’t have one of those?
I pull up the address on my phone and the picture of the entrance. Alex’s brows bunch together and then his eyes go wide. Bingo.
“Oh, umm. I’m not sure that is the kind of place you want to be standing around, Zara.”
I tilt my head, and he chuckles.
“Why? What is it?”
The look on Alex’s face indicates something else is behind that boring black door.
“It’s a sex club, Zara.”
“Oh.” My heart rate starts to pick up. The last place I want to bump into Frankie is in one of those, knowing the effect that man can have over me. It would be the place he least expects me and somewhere I have no doubts he would be too busy to even notice me.
It would be the perfect opportunity for me to plant a wire.
“It’s run by the mafia. I would try to avoid that as much as possible. If you need to, I can send in a team, just send me the details of the case?” He eyes me suspiciously.
“No, no. It’s fine. I’ll keep digging. I’m not sure I’d find my answers there, anyway.”
He gives me a curt nod, turning his attention back to his coffee, while I stand here trying to ignore the heat spreading on my cheeks. That isn’t happening. I open my mouth to keep pressing, and quickly stop myself remembering how he hid evidence for Frankie. I can’t trust him or my father at this stage.
It’s perfect timing for Dad to be away.
“Thanks Alex.” I shove my phone in my pocket and head straight to my desk.
If I’m going to do it, it has to be tonight. I just have to work out how the hell I’m going to get myself in to do some real detective work.
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ZARA
Song- abuse me, Ex Habit.
abuse me by Ex Habit (exhabitmusic.com)
I park early and wait in the alleyway, so I have a view of the door. I’m going to have to think on my feet to get in here. It turns out the internet wasn’t overly helpful in advising me on my latest predicament.
I pull my coat tighter around my waist and wait, hoping my opportunity hits soon.
