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My hands started roaming. Up her sides and across her tight stomach. They itched to go lower. I wanted to know if she was wet for me. Desperate, the way I was.
Out of no where a hand landed on my shoulder. I dropped Becka like I’d been burned with fire, spinning around in a rage and defensive mode to find one of my men. He shifted eye contact between Matteo and myself, then motioned to the back of the club. Duty calls.
Matteo gave Arianna a quick kiss goodbye and I surprised myself by leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Becka’s cheek. I think she was even more surprised than I was. Her eyes widened and her chest heaved. Her cheeks flushed the cutest shade of pink.
I turned and left before I did something else incredibly stupid. What the hell was that? Showing affection was not my thing. Not with anyone. But here I was doing it with her without even thinking about it. I ground my teeth together until my molars hurt.
Off limits! It was the mantra I repeated to myself as we headed to the back warehouse. No matter how bad I wanted her, or how perfectly she fit in my hands, I would not give in. But with my cock throbbing, all I could do was look forward to a cold shower later. Even the thought of another woman wouldn’t satisfy. Didn’t even interest me.
I shoved everything aside. I had to stop thinking about her because I had work to do. For our men to interrupt us like that, I knew things were going to get bloody. Maybe beating someone within an inch of their life would make me forget about Becka, if only for a few minutes.
* * *
Matteo and myself followed Nico to the back door leading into the warehouse. My attention was immediately drawn to two more of our men standing over a man on his knees in front of them, a gun pointed at his head.
As we got closer I could see the blood leaking from his nose, the bruises on his face darkening.
“What do we have, Nico?” Matteo asked.
“Bartender caught him.” Nico handed over two small vials of powder. Date-rape drugs.
My brows bunched together in annoyance. “So, do what we normally do. Beat him half to death and tell him he’s a dead man if he ever shows his face at one of our places again.”
Although, the thought did cross my mind to just put a bullet in his head and be done with it. I doubted this was his first attempt at it and any man who forced themselves on a woman deserved nothing less than having their dick cut off in my opinion. Plus, having a girl drugged and raped at your club brought lots of cops and questions. Both unnecessary headaches we didn’t need.
“It’s not that simple,” Nico replied. “He’s Russian,” he added with a grim face.
Russian. Dammit.That meant this wasn’t just an isolated incident. Russians ran the human trafficking, always in competition with the Yakuza and Cartel. This guy was using our club to snag unsuspecting victims. Son-of-a-Bitch.
Russians were brutal and messy, with no regard for finesse. Their tactics were rarely quiet and usually sent lots of cops snooping around.
“What the fuck do you think you were doing in my club?” Matteo growled at the man.
The guy didn’t reply, only glared up at us with murder in his eyes.
Nico handed myself and Matteo a pair of brass knuckles.
I squatted down to look him in the eye. “I would have thought you bastards got the hint when we sent back what was left of the last two,” I said, voice low.
“Fuck you!” he spat, spittle flying from his lips.
I stood and Matteo clocked the man in the face— blood flew. His big head covered in floppy brown hair, whipped to the side. He righted himself and I answered with a blow to the opposite side.
He spewed a mouthful of blood, snarling like a dog.
“What does your boss have planned? Why now?” I yelled.
He smiled, showing red teeth.
“Nico. Go get Mark. He has the best knife.” Matteo’s eyes never left the man on the floor. Matteo wasn’t in the mood for foreplay.
Nico returned minutes later with Mark hot on his heels. He handed Matteo a wicked looking knife from under his coat.
“You men hold him down,” Matteo ordered. The man thrashed as our men pushed him to the ground, arms out to the side. “Let’s see if you can hold that smile while we cut your fingers off one by one.”
The man’s high pitched screams echoed in the storage space. This was just one of the reasons I had the whole place sound proofed, along with my office.
