We headed back down the hall, and I hung my head back as soon as Warner appeared at the other end.
“Sorry, boss,” he said. “Just want you?—”
His words were interrupted by my phone ringing. I pulled it out to see Glitch’s name and was going to send it to voicemail so I could hear what Warner had to say. Before I could, Lo plucked it from my hand and ducked into my office.
I kept going to meet my head security guard. “What was that?”
“I was coming to tell you that your fan club is starting to assemble, and they don’t seem big on the band’s lyrics.”
“That on their signs?” At his chin lift, I smiled.
Their signage about sex and rock ‘n’ roll would do enough free advertising to offset the damage their other signs were doing.
When I turned at Lo’s approach and caught sight of her expression, I knew that tidbit was the only good news I was getting.
A pit formed in my gut. “What happened?”
“Mayhem is on their way over.”
It wasn’t justtwo or three brothers who’d shown up.
It’d been most of the club.
Apparently, Lo jacking up the asshole’s arm previously had been a topic of discussion at the clubhouse. Glitch had played the footage in slow motion to enjoy the guy’s pain, and that was when Judge realized he’d seen him before.
He was one of Elliot Nash’s underlings.
That might’ve been a coincidence. Nash was the kind of scumbag who employed other scumbags. According to Judge, he went for cheap labor in high quantities versus paying for quality.
If taking Lo to Wicked would’ve put her cover at risk, bringing her to NashVille—a sketchy western-themed strip club—was definitely out. Beyond that, the protesters were still at Rye, and she was the only person I trusted to keep shit together.
Most of Mayhem had remained behind with her to help while Judge, Jury, and I went to the club. Since Nox had his own history with Nash—history that included nearly shooting the man’s dick off after breaking into this Fortress of Fuckery—we were waiting for him to join us before we went inside.
“Couldn’t help but notice that things with Lo are looking pretty damn real,” Judge said from the driver’s seat next to me.
“What tipped you off?” his brother asked from the back seat. “The fact he can’t keep his hands off her, or that he’s watching her on the camera now?”
“I’m making sure shit is okay,” I said, though both were true. “If you haven’t noticed, it’s a damn clusterfuck right now.”
“Right,” Jury muttered. “And the fact I clocked this the first time I saw you two together is just a coincidence.”
I whipped around. “And yet you made a play for her anyway.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Figured you’d be a dumbass and either deny yourself or let her go after a night or two.”
Denying myself was impossible when it came to Lo.
So was letting her go.
It’d only been a few weeks, but a few hours was usually long enough for me to start feeling the itch. I didn’t have that with her. If anything, my obsession was growing.
I couldn’t say I was mad about it, either.
“If we’re done analyzing my personal life, Nox is here,” I snapped as I opened the door.
Nox—along with two of his guys, Matt and Beck—got out of the other vehicle. “What’s good, lads?”
“We were analyzing Rhys’s personal life,” Jury said.
