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Anger skates up my spine. But he’s right, resisting will only start something I can’t finish—not with Remi here.
“Come on,” I say to her, ignoring Donny’s goon. “We need to make a stop and then I’ll take you home, okay?”
She gives me a tight nod. Yeah, I don’t like it either, Princess.
I throw my leg over the bike, and Remi quickly follows, getting herself comfortable behind me. Her thighs clamp around my hips as she shuffles closer, pressing her soft breasts against my back. Snaking her arms around my sides, her hands land on my stomach, and I somehow manage to catch the growl that threatens to crawl up my throat.
She feels too fucking good, and now I know how she sounds when she’s falling apart, I’m desperate to do it again.
The way Cruz looked at her inside his studio… I wanted to rip his fucking eyes out of his head for even talking to her. She deserves better than to have the likes of him eye-fucking her.
Hell, she deserves a lot better than me right now, but like fuck am I about to stop whatever this is.
I suck in a breath. I really don’t want to take her where I need to go next, but Donny’s been on my ass for days to do a drop for him, and the fucker knows I’m here.
Seems he wasn’t lying when he says he has eyes everywhere.
Donny runs the Height’s most exclusive club—and by exclusive I mean you need to own a gun and be able to hold your own to be allowed inside. The shit that goes down in that place doesn’t even need mentioning.
His offices are on the top floor with a club below and a dungeon beneath that. I’ve heard the stories about that place, but I haven’t ventured down there. I’d rather not know, if I’m honest.
Everything about Donny is illegal and corrupt, so while I might do the odd drop for him, that’s as far as it’ll go.
We have an understanding. He keeps me employed to support my brothers, and I stay on the sidelines of his business. I don’t want to be someone’s fucking runner, someone’s pussy. If I end up staying on this path I’ve set for myself, I want to be the guy calling the shots. Not the one taking orders like a little bitch. I’ve made no secret of that fact. It’s just one of the reasons he’s happy for me not to dive too deep into his business.
“What the hell is this place?” Remi asks when I pull up outside the black building.
It’s surrounded by fencing with vicious barbed wire on the top that’s been known to take a limb or two in the past. There are a couple of guys hanging around whose eyes bore into us as we pull up.
Anyone with an ounce of fear does not belong here.
“You need to come with me,” I demand once we’re both off the bike.
She looks around and purses her lips as if she’s going to argue, but when she notices the guys staring right at her, she moves herself into my side.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I walk her over to the back entrance. I press my finger down on the buzzer before the click alerts me that someone’s listening on the other side.
“It’s Jag,” I bark seconds before the door opens, revealing a dark corridor and staircase beyond.
“What is this place?” Remi asks hesitantly as we begin climbing.
“Nowhere you ever need to come again.”
“Riiight.”
We’re buzzed through the next set of doors, and, as expected, we’re met by two of Donny’s henchmen.
“Smith. Black.” I nod at each of them and they do the same to me before their eyes land on the girl hiding behind me.
I understand why. These guys aren’t exactly welcoming with their guns on display and constant scowls on their faces.
“I need to see the boss. Can you…?” I gesture to Remi.
“Like she’s our own flesh and blood.” Smith winks at me.
I’d trust these two with my life, I know they’ll keep her safe. But the look on her face tells me she’s anything but in agreement.
“No, no. I can just come with you.”
