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"Our doors are always open. " Ian shrugged and he smothered a yawn.
"Marty might be with me. "
He stopped mid-yawn. Ian stared back at Khalid as though he had lost his mind, before slowly lowering his feet to the floor and sitting to attention as his jaw snapped closed.
"You're joking. " Ian's dark blue eyes narrowed on him in warning. "You know the rules, Khalid. They're not broken, for anyone. "
"Even if it could mean her life?" Khalid asked. He regarded Ian as he held back his grin. "I believe, during the Civil War, a small hidden cellar was built to hide the wives of the club members. Two senators' wives and the wife and daughter of a general hid there for over week, while the club conducted regular business. " Ian sat back in his chair, lifted his gaze to the ceiling then closed his eyes as though the search for answers had just become too exhausting.
"What the hell is going on, Khalid, that you may need to protect your woman here, in this club?" Ian finally growled as his eyes opened again. He looked at him in frustration.
"My past. " Khalid sighed as he moved to the heavy leather chair on the other side of Ian's desk and sat down. "Or more to the point, my half brothers. They've learned of a problem I might have created for them. One that may have cost them a large amount of funds, as well as respect of their peers. " Their terrorist friends. "They'll definitely come after me. When they do, that will place Marty in the line of fire. "
Ian glared back at him. "You've been playing secret agent for Zach Jennings again, haven't you?" he snapped. "Son of a bitch, Khalid. Every member of this fucking club has managed to get his ass shanghaied by Jennings, and I'm getting sick of it. I thought you didn't enjoy following the crowd. "
Khalid restrained his chuckle. "I was perhaps the first," he pointed out. "Needless to say, Jennings recruited me fresh out of high school, the year Azir Mustafa decided to assert his parental rights and tried to sue my mother for the years he had not been a part of my life. " Anger still churned inside him at the thought of what Azir had tried to do to his mother all those years ago.
It hadn't been enough that he had bought her from her kidnappers, raped her, and locked her inside the walls of his palace, refusing to allow her to return home. But eighteen years later he had decided to torment her further by trying to sue her for the years she had kept Khalid hidden from him.
"Jennings can be a bastard. " Ian rose to his feet, moved to the bar and poured two straight whiskies. Returning to the desk he handed a glass to Khalid before resuming his seat. "So Daddy Dearest is doing what then?" he asked.
"Perhaps it would be more accurate to say it's the evil half brothers who are now stepping in for him," Khalid explained. "As I said, I've cost them a fair amount financially as well as personally. It may become imperative that I find a safe place where Marty will be protected until the situation can be resolved. "
"And you've discussed this with Marty?" Ian asked, still ho
lding back his assent.
"I thought I should first make certain you had no problems with it," Khalid answered with mocking innocence.
"Don't fuck with me," Ian growled, his voice dark. "Does Marty know about the trouble that could be coming?"
"I'm certain I'll have to explain it," Khalid assured him, though it was something he wasn't looking forward to. Losing Lessa had been one of the dark points in his life, a failure he had never been able to forgive himself for.
"I'm fairly certain it'll be a requirement," Ian told him facetiously before a grimace tightened his face. "Hell, Khalid, you know I can't make this decision alone. " He rubbed at the back of his neck in irritation before continuing. "But I don't see the request being rejected, considering she's the daughter of two of our more powerful members. But this is a hell of a position to put me in here. You know it's going to require notifying all six hundred members of the need to open a single room to female occupancy and listening to the bitching over it until the situation is resolved. "
Ian had stated more than once that the majority of the club members were like ten-year-olds with nothing better to do than bitch and whine.
"I do understand the position this could place you in. Were it just myself, Ian, I wouldn't worry as much. "
"Yeah, you proved how much you don't enjoy living the minute you let Jennings pull you into his little games," Ian said with a hint of mocking disgust. "I thought you knew better. "
Khalid hid a smile. Ian and Zach Jennings rarely saw eye-to-eye over what Ian described as Zach's unconscionable use of knowledge and information that came through the club. More than once Ian had actually protested when the FBI director had managed to pull a club member into an operation. The reason Jennings got away with it was the fact that, so far, no one had been placed in any true danger.
"I appreciate it, Ian. " Khalid rose from his seat as he finished his drink. "I better return to the party. Marty should be arriving soon. "
"And Courtney will kick my ass if I hide in here all night. " Blowing out a hard sigh Ian rose from his chair, a flash of irritation gleaming in his eyes.
"She'll kick both our asses," Khalid reminded him with a grin. "She's not the nice, tamable sort that used to be your norm, my friend. "
"That she's definitely not. " Laughter replaced the irritation as they left the study and headed for the ballroom. "And that is what makes life with Courtney so damned much fun. "
The sprite made everyone around her laugh, Khalid thought as he re-entered the ballroom and spotted Marty on the other side of the room.
Sensation slammed into his gut, heated his insides and had his cock thickening immediately.
Damn her, she could do to him what no other woman could. Make him helpless against his desire for her.
"Mr. Mustafa, Mr. Sinclair sent you a drink. " A waiter stepped in front of him, drink in hand.
