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How she played this would determine Morgan’s safety. She had to be smart. She had to find it within herself to be smart.
They drove through the sleepy residential area of Rosepalm and into the city. Bright lights beckoned like stars at the nightlife around her. Her stomach turned inward when Gray Eyes turned into the underground parking area of a magnificent glass building.
She knew instantly where they were. The Vermilion was the most popular and hottest nightclub in New York. Not only because it served free drinks to everyone, only the most sought-after, most expensive DJs were allowed to feature their skills there. She had never been there, of course simply because she would stick out like a sore thumb.
Why were they bringing her to a nightclub of all places?
Chapter Eight
Bewildered, Loreleiallowed herself to be led from the car and guided into an elevator.
She was taken up to the tenth floor but as the elevator rose from the glass cubicle walls she could see the nightclub below.
Hundreds of people, all young and free and having the time of their lives, danced and drank and enjoyed the night away.
Girls dressed in skimpy little skirts and sequined tops swayed to the music she couldn’t hear because the elevator was clearly soundproof. She also assumed the glass was tinted and allowed her to look out without being looked at.
Eventually, the doors opened to a plush receiving area.
She staggered into Drake accidentally when her gaze brushed over a man more than seven feet in height, his bald head completely marked with ink. So were his hands. He seemed to be bursting out of his suit.
“Boss,” he said, his tone filled with respect, lowering his head as he seemed to address all three men as boss. Beside him she noticed another man who wasn’t as tall but almost just as large, dressed in a leather jacket, his face marked with piercings. She didn’t know what was happening, but the man’s presence seemed to make them clench their jaws collectively.
Ian pressed his palm to a pad on the wall and a massive white engraved door opened into what completely took her breath away.
A vista of sheer magnificence engulfed her. The penthouse as she discovered was bigger than anything she had ever seen. The space was open plan, the furniture pure white with tones of leather and bursts of color here and there.
The look and feel screamed power and masculinity. Every piece, from the art to the furniture, to the rugs on the marble tiled floor to the state-of-the-art kitchen had price tags Lorelei couldn’t begin to imagine.
She was overwhelmed and felt uncannily alone in this space with these men who had no sympathy or pity for her. She didn’t belong here. But that wasn’t the issue. She hadn’t been invited. She had in fact been kidnapped and brought here.
She stood as awkwardly as ever in the middle of the living room, unsure what to do next.
“This will be the room you’ll be using,” Drake said as he gripped her arm and dragged her along. He shoved her into a room and dropped her overnight bag on the floor.
“Stay here,” he warned as he shut the door in her face.
