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Remington led me over to a new black BMW 8-Series Gran Coupe that looked very James Bond.
"How far is the club from here?" I asked, as I slid inside the cool leather interior.
"About thirty minutes," he answered, starting the car and then driving down the tunnel that led out of the garage.
Remington had sent the blueprints to my phone, and I studied them as we drove.
"Is there a possibility he could be tracking your phone?" I asked, staring at it in the cup holder like it was a snake that was about to attack.
Remington shook his head. "We all use special phones that are basically impossible to track or hack into. It's safe."
I wanted to ask why they felt the need to have special phones like that, but I decided not to press the issue…right now. The club was in the downtown district of the nearest city, perfectly situated so that all the businessmen could leave work immediately and head out for a night of debauchery.
Remington was obviously very familiar with this club. I wondered just how many times his father had taken him here.
The club was called “The Twisted Rose,” and we parked a block away from it and got out of the car before heading down the sidewalk. Night was falling, and this area of the city seemed pretty empty, the rush of people headed home from work already past.
"Isn’t the club open at night?" I asked, wondering if we were more off the mark than I’d thought in thinking that his mother would be here.
"It would normally be, which is why this is a ‘maybe’. That room just looked really familiar to me." He cleared his throat. "I lost my virginity in one that looked very similar to that."
"I see," I snorted, and he shot me a wry look.
The plan was pretty simple. There was a back entrance that would be locked, but I was sure I'd be able to break into it. I hadn't found many things that could hold me back when I wanted to access them.
There were two sets of stairs that led down to the basement, one in the main area, and one off the back of the building that employees mostly used.
His dad was there; no doubt he was expecting us. I wasn’t worried too much about that, though. I had a feeling that Senator Warren Taylor didn't give people the right amount of credit very often. He was obviously unaware of just how smart his son was, and he was gravely underestimating how dangerous I was.
Both of those things were going to change tonight if I had any say in it.
The area around the club was quiet, and there were no cars in the parking lot.
"Looks like it's closed."
“Probably for the special event," I said in disgust as we went around the back of the building. The door was in an alleyway filled with stinking garbage and a few stray cats. There were bags of trash outside the door, and I shivered just thinking of the grossness that was probably in them.
I slid my lock picking kit out of my harness and started to work on the lock on the door while Remington watched interestedly.
The lock clicked open and I smiled victoriously. Remington pulled a gun out from under his shirt, and I nodded in approval. I guess he wasn't just a pretty face.
"Do you know how to use that?" I asked, making sure that he hadn't just grabbed a random one he'd found in the Sphinx.
He rolled his eyes and ignored my question. Fair enough. The more I learned about the guys, the more I learned just how much darkness was threaded around them. I was getting the suspicion there might be a lot of instances where they felt the need for guns. Which would be helpful tonight.
I opened the door as quietly as I could, just a crack, before pressing my ear to the space so I could try and listen. I was only met with silence, and I opened the door a little bit wider so we could slip into the dark hallway, lit by a row of red light bulbs along the ceiling. It kind of created a sort of hellscape feel, which was probably fitting for the situation I was anticipating we were about to walk into.
"Are we killing him?" I asked lightly, and he stutter-stepped as we walked. I knew from first-hand experience that even if your father was the epitome of evil, it still wasn't necessarily easy to pull the trigger that ends their life. It was hard enough to convince myself to get the Demon imprisoned even though killing him would have been far better…and safer, than what I’d done.
"I want him to die. But I want him to hurt first," he said, no hesitation in his voice.
My stomach clenched at the idea of torturing Remington's father. That was what Remington wanted from me, right? I just didn't know if I could actually do that in front of him, knowing that he'd never look at me the same way again.
Not that I should be caring what he thought about me. But after freeing his little brother and sister, and defending him from his father, things had definitely done a 360. Or maybe it was a 180.
And that was why I was struggling with Physics class at the moment.
There wasn't anyone around, and it was completely quiet. More like a mausoleum than a sex club.Fifty Shades of Greyhad definitely been exaggerating how much sexy music there would be at one of these places.
