Page 33 of Double the Redemption

“You’re on thin ice, Kayla,” Karissa warned. “She’s a guest here, and she was asked to be here because we value her company, not because she gives her pussy to every man who flirts with her.”

“I’d love to have a go at her,” Saylor announced, coming to stand behind Naomi.

“Fuck off, Saylor, this has nothing to do with you,” Kayla snapped, but unease started to leak out into her expression.

“You’re being rude to my friend, so yeah, I’d say it does,” Saylor shot back.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Rogue barked. “Kayla, unless you want to be banned, keep moving. Leave Naomi alone. Now.”

“But, Rogue, she⁠—”

“Now! I won’t ask again. We both know you started that shit. If you want me to bring the footage in here to show Savage and prove why you should be banned, I’ll have Code do it now.”

Apparently, that was enough of a warning. Kayla glared at Naomi and spat, “Stay the fuck out of my way, bitch, or next time, I won’t be so nice.” Then she stormed off.

Rogue narrowed his eyes after her, then looked back at Naomi. “You good?”

She nodded, unable to speak, her body trembling. Rogue held her gaze, nodded curtly, and walked away.

“You okay?” Karissa asked, drawing her gaze. “Let’s go and get you cleaned up. I’ll get another one for you.”

Naomi said nothing, she just stepped around the women and headed for the door. “Naomi!” Karissa called. “Wait!”

“Shit,” Glitch hissed. “Fucking skank. Go talk to her. I’ll deal with that bitch.”

Naomi stopped listening, ignoring the calls for her, even some of the guys tried to get her attention. She had to get out of here. This was a mistake. A major mistake. She had to get back to Asher.

Her mind raced as she stepped out of the clubhouse. Only to run head-on into Ink, who gripped her upper arms when she staggered back.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” he asked, grinning, but it slipped when she glared up at him. “What’s wrong? Why are you all wet?”

“Talk to your girlfriend,” she clipped. Wrenching away from him, she kept walking.

She berated herself as she stalked toward the warehouse. She spent the last week thinking about the way he kissed her on the forehead. How pathetic was she? A man like Ink was a flirt. It meant nothing. And what kind of man was in a relationship with one woman and kissed another one? Flirted with her?

A dick, that was who. God, she was stupid.

Now she had far more to worry about than a man who couldn’t keep it in his pants. The woman likely had her in her sights now, asking questions and able to tell the wrong person about her.

Yeah, no, she wasn’t just stupid; she was an absolute idiot. Karissa and Glitch told her there would be club girls there after nine, and she should have known the women would arrive before then.

Would she have to run? Should she call Taz, Simba, or someone to tell them what happened? Or should she just take Asher and run before anyone could find them? Should she take her chances and get away before she called the Devil’s Predators? She couldn’t risk calling the Feds. Diego and his men would be on her in hours.

Panic filled her, her breathing speeding up, but she tried hard to hold on. She couldn’t scare Asher or the twins. She had to be strong. Break down later, when she had a plan.

With sheer willpower, she reached the top of the stairs and walked into the apartment with an easy smile on her face and steady hands. Barely.

The twins sat at the table, looking at the accounting books she had been studying earlier. They looked up at her, surprised.

“Hey,” Wren said, with an easy smile. “We figured you’d stop in at the party.”

“I did, but, well, I got a drink spilled on me, and I hate feeling sticky, so I decided to come home.” Not a total lie, and they grinned and nodded.

“Yeah, that happens when they get to drinking. Scarlett came home once because Ink, Razor, and Jax were doing some kind of contest, and she was in the line of fire.” Win snickered. “Rogue was pissed. I think those three avoided him for a week.”

She could see it. “Thank you both for staying with Asher. Did he fall asleep on you?”

“Like twenty minutes after you left.” Win glanced toward the open door at the end of the hallway. “We’ve checked on him at random intervals, but he’s been fast asleep.”