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“Keep watching them,” I said.
“Yes, sir.”
Ending the call with my thumb, I tossed it onto the desk. The big flashy desk wasn’t to my taste, but it seemed pointless to spend money redecorating an office I hardly used. Besides, I somewhat liked the idea that Mr. Murphyknew,for a while at least,that I was sitting at this stupidly big desk whichhechose inhisoffice decorated like art deco was still in fashion. I was more hands-on rather than purely sitting behind a desk and having others do the dirty work for me.
Mostly.
Although from what I heard, my predecessor had made no secret of his own violent tendencies, and I’m certain more than one person was killed in this very office.
But the watch I had put on Ray’s apartment, I was happy to outsource to one of my men further down the ranks. I wanted to know every move that bitch made, and when she stepped out of line again, we’d be there to take her down.
Then I could take her downpermanently.
Because I was still certain she was up to something, although Ray wasn’t the sort to outsource her bullshit and would do things herself. The men Eli had seen were not carrying anything that would have lit the fire and could have simply been patrons escaping. But every chance at information had to be taken, no matter how slim, and I hated that now all I could do was wait for the culprit—Ray—to make another move.
The night hours passed slowly, and I moved out onto the balcony to watch the crowd moving around in the club, the numbers increasing until the place was a big ball of sweat and pheromones as people sought out the high of their choice—drugs, alcohol, sex. Although there was the occasional exchange of cash and drugs going on, I’m not sure why they bothered to try to hide it in a handshake, given most of the drugs they were selling came from my labs anyway. Everyone knew better than to sell other products within my club. Even with the sleight of hand, I could catch a glimpse of the black angel wings that marked my products’ packets.
Yes, I chose the symbol for the irony.
I’d been told my cut of cocaine even had its own name—Dark Angel.
I liked it.
But this shit with Ray had highlighted something for me—I had gotten lax, taking for granted my territory was mine. I didn’t act when one of my major labs a few hours out of the city was massacred many moons ago, and I didn’t act straight away when Ray burned down a couple of my buildings last year. I told myself it was because she wasn’t focusing only onmybuildings, and I’d convinced myself it was simply some rogue kids up to no good. I wasn’t entirely wrong.
The truth was, I had gotten lazy. This life on Earth had taken its toll on me over time, and I needed to step up my game. Indulging was fun, but it seemed this city needed a reminder of who I was and what I was truly capable of.
The idea all of these events were somehow linked wasn’t something I hadn’t considered, and it was time to crack down again to show the citizens who owned this side of the damn city. Because anyone who fucked with me would pay for it. I didn’t spend almost a decade building this shit up only to have it taken from me like that other fucker did, and if the people needed a steady dose of fear and violence to remind them who I was, then so be it.
As I scanned the dance floor and club, it was no surprise to find Cara still watching me. She’d try not to. I could almost see the taut muscles in her neck as she tried desperately to keep her eyes down, but her body betrayed her, and she’d look, and I’d be there, watching her right back. I longed to wrap my fingers around that neck.
Soon, she’d be mine.
I know she could feel the chemistry between us. The electricity that ran through my body when I touched her made her tremble, but her breath would hitch and she’d rub her legs together, desperate for friction against her throbbing clit. She’d look at me sometimes like she thought she understood me. She didn’t, no one did. Cara was a confused jumble of naïvety and brash confidence with an I-do-what-I-want attitude thrown on top, and she said she was hiding some darkness within.
I’d spank her bad attitude out of her.
Hearing his footsteps before I saw him when Sven ascended the stairs, I was already snapping my fingers for someone to retrieve my phone that had skidded from the desk onto the floor so I could call the watchman on duty with Ray and Ilsa.
“It happened again, didn’t it?”
Sven nodded, and when he opened his mouth to speak, I held my finger up, dialing the phone as it was placed in my open and waiting palm. He answered on the first ring.
“Have they moved? Ray and Ilsa, have they moved?” I barked into the phone.
“No, in fact…” there was a pause and what sounded like laughter, “… I think they know we’re watching them.
“Why’s that?”
More snickering—they better start taking this shit seriously.
“They’re mooning out the window, sir.” He chuckled.
“They’re fuckingwhat?”
“They’re pressing their bare asses against the glass. I’m not sure why they think that’s a punishment, they are both hot as fu—”
“I know what mooning means, asshole!”
