Cole nodded. “Let’s do this. I’m sick of dealing with this fucker. It’s time to end this.”
My hands gripped his shirt. “You can’t kill him, Cole. Not until we know where Ava-Jane and the other women are.”
He cupped my jaw.
“Promise me,” I insisted.
“I promise, sunshine.”
“Let’s move,” Bastian murmured. “Without attracting any attention.”
I stuck to Cole, and saw Nash keeping Georgie behind him.
“Down that corridor,” Bastian said. “I see a guard.” He swept Lark into his arms. “Ready, little bird.”
She shot him a dazzling smile, then she cupped his handsome face and started nibbling on his jaw. “Baby.” She raised her voice. “We need somewhere more private.” She then kissed the hell out of him.
My eyes popped wide, especially when Bastian growled and his hand cupped Lark’s ass through her dress.
The guard straightened. “Hey, no guests back here.”
Lark dragged her mouth off Bastian’s. “We need a little privacy, honey.”
The guard’s brow creased. “Not here, it’s?—”
Lark stepped closer to him, smiling. “Come on, you must know a place. You could come with us.”
The guard blinked at her, but I noted his gaze drinking up Lark’s body. “I have?—”
Then Lark moved.Fast.
She swung an arm around the guard’s neck, then tugged him down. Her dress swished as she leaped up, her legs clamping on the man’s neck. He tried to grab her, but she jerked and they went crashing to the floor. Lark held tight and squeezed, herlegs tightening around his neck. The guard’s eyes bulged, his legs hammering on the floor.
Then his body went lax. With a graceful move, Lark rose and smoothed her dress down.
“Did you have to wrap your thighs around his head?” Bastian asked, clearly put out.
“I didn’t want to make too much noise.” She went up on her toes and kissed her man. “We can recreate the move later.”
“Except you aren’t choking me out, I’m eating you until you come.”
She smiled. “Promises, promises.”
Nash moved to the door. “Ready?”
Cole, Landon, and Bastian nodded.
Cole shoved the door open.
When I followed him into the room, I heard Goodyear’s blustering voice. “Any time, Randall. Sorry you missed the party. It was a good one.” A smug chuckle. “You know I only provide the very best of entertainment.”
I ground my teeth together.
That’s when the man realized he wasn’t alone. He turned to face us, his face twisting with annoyance.
Bastian and Lark circled left, Landon to the right. Nash and Georgie stood just ahead of us. Cole strode forward.
“I’ve got to go, Randall. Talk soon.” He shoved the phone away. “Who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in here?”
