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“Boss.” He straightens his posture and looks uncomfortable while my kitten looks at me with fire in her eyes.
“If you value your hands, I’d suggest you remove them from her.” Beads of sweat form on his forehead and start to trickle down his face.
“What are—“ Her words are abruptly silenced as Joe cuts her off mid-sentence.
“Boss, I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know what?” My eyebrow arches inquisitively as I cross my arms, the tattoos on my skin drawing his attention.
I never meddle in their interactions with women. That’s their business. So it’s the first time he’s seen me like this.
“I didn’t know she was yours,” he pleads, his voice trembling. My men know what I’m capable of, but maybe they need a reminder.
Blakely’s voice is filled with anger as she tells him, “He doesn’t own me.”
“Now you know,” I say to Joe, ignoring Blake's cold gaze. “Get the fuck out of here.” My tone lets him know this isn’t a choice.
“Seriously? Aren’t you tired of stalking me?” Her black eyes bore into mine. God, she looks like a goddess with her tight dress and red lipstick. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get those lips around my cock. I feel the urge to grab her mouth and smear her lipstick across her face as she takes me deep into her mouth. Just the thought of it makes my cock throb.
“Oh, but sweetheart, you’re the one stalking me.” A smirk plays across my lips as I look at her.
She shakes her head in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you own this place too? For fuck’s sake, with all the places here, I can’t believe it.” The last sentence is more of a murmur to herself.
“Oh, but you better believe it, Tink. Now, now. I thought I was clear last time about men touching you, was I not?” I’m pretty sure I can see steam coming out of her ears.
“Let me be clear.” She stands up from her stool, stepping closer to me, her finger now pressing against my chest. “I. Do. Not. Belong. To. You.” She glances to the side to see Bailey and Emilie looking at us, their smiles hidden by their glasses. Good. I might have them on my side.
Moving closer, I breathe in the comforting scent of vanilla surrounding her and gently grasp her hand.
Leaning in close to her ear, I whisper, “Baby, the truth is something you can’t deny, no matter how hard you try to fight it.” I run my fingertips up and down her arm, and tiny bumps rise to the surface of her skin. C’mon brat, come play with me. Her gaze is a mix of fire and desire. She doesn’t know how to respond to my touch. Hate and love may seem like opposites, but they’re actually two sides of the same coin, or so the saying goes. She hates me for now, but I’m a patient man when it concerns her, and I’ll make her see how good we are together.
Just as she’s about to speak, my phone buzzes, stealing my attention away from her. The text message waiting for me causes my entire body to tense up.
Unknown number
Keep your guard up around others, and don’t blindly trust them. Kore.
What the fuck does that mean? When it comes to cryptic messages, this guy is in a league of his own. As I look over, Blakely is studying my expression closely. My attempt to quickly recompose myself fails as she detects something on my face that gives me away.
“Everything okay?” she asks, her brow furrowed.
“All good, just business.” She snorts at me.
“Alright then, well, don’t let me keep you,” she says sarcastically, gesturing her hand toward the stairs. “And drop the caveman bullshit, would you? I won’t hesitate to fuck someone in the bathroom of your club if it’s what it takes for you to leave me alone.”
My blood boils at the mere thought of someone touching a single hair on her body. And in my fucking club. Over my dead body.
I lean in closer to her face, drawn by her inviting crimson lips. “Try me,” I whisper in her ear. "You won’t like the fallout from that.” With a possessive grip on her chin, I gently kiss the corner of her mouth and pull away before she has time to respond. She’s standing open-mouth, dumbstruck at the move I just pulled. Smirking at her, I make my way out of the room. I need to find Scott.
The pub is still alive with the sound of music, even though it is 2 in the morning. I texted Scott as soon as I returned to my office after my encounter with Blakely, and I was surprised when he told me he received nothing from Kore. So, that was specifically directed at me.
I spent hours, locked in my office, trying to understand the meaning of the message.
Keep your guard up around others, and don’t trust them blindly. Kore
What does that mean? The only thing that I can come up with is that someone is trying to double-cross me. But who? I turn the question over so many times that I can feel my head start to throb. I look at the text message that Scott sent me an hour ago.
SLICE
