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She slid the door open, giving me a knowing smile. “Nope. What you need, Chaos?”
“I’m taking Skyla for a ride. We’re gonna be gone for a few hours, possibly the night. Would you check in on Zara? If we’re not back by eight, she’ll need breakfast and a diaper change.”
“Of course. Don’t you worry. I love that little chunky butt.”
I handed over the bedroom key. “Thank you. Text me if you need anything.”
“I will. Go enjoy the ride.”
Ha. She meant that in more ways than one. “I sure will.”
Her laughter followed me down the hall as I exited the Crossroads, stepping out into the parking lot. Skyla stood next to my bike; her hands shoved into the pockets of her jean jacket.
“Sky is pretty. Tons of stars,” she observed, slightly nervous as she accepted the helmet I held out.
“Yeah,” I agreed, throwing a leg over my bike and settling on the seat. “Get on, doll. We’ve got to move.”
The ride to Goldfield took about twenty-five minutes, but I usually made it in twenty on my Harley. Cool wind whipped across my neck as we merged onto Hwy 95. Limited traffic congested the road at this time of night.
Zara pressed closer, her head resting against my back. I reached for her thigh, giving it a squeeze. My palm remained on her leg, possessively marking her as my property. The Reaper decided this shit. He was getting on my fucking nerves with all his interference.
A chuckle erupted in my head.
Yeah, fuck off.
We pulled onto the crowded lot of Linked, parking close to the side door. None of the brothers entered from the front. We had a private entrance monitored by a club member during operating hours.
Skyla stood, and I grabbed the helmet I’d given her, hanging it from the handlebars before I reached for her hand.
Shadow opened the door as we approached. His dark Reaper enjoyed this club. Yeah, compared to other Reapers, Shadow’s was dark. That was sayin’ something. He might be one of the youngest members, but he sure earned his patch.
“What’s Linked?” she asked, taking in the dark pink neon sign above us.
“A club,” I answered noncommittally, ignoring Shadow’s low laugh.
My grip tightened on Skyla’s hand as I strolled inside, walking down a dark hall with several doors, none of them playrooms. These were offices, the employee lounge, and storage. A bouncer stood at the end of the hall, and I tapped his shoulder.
“Tiny.”
He spun around, beaming a grin as he slapped me on the shoulder. “Chaos! Where the fuck you been? We got plenty of new pussy—”
Skyla sucked in a breath.
“No business tonight, my friend. Only pleasure.”
His brow arched. I never came here to fuck the girls. “Need a card? Which color?”
“Blue,” I decided, accepting the black card with a blue diamond in the center. “I want privacy. No one disturbs us.”
He glanced at Skyla, lips twitching. “You got it.”
Skyla stared at Tiny, probably wondering at the irony of his name. At six foot seven, he easily dwarfed almost everyone in attendance. Add in the fact that his family origins were of Pacific Islander descent, and he resembled a younger Rock. Many compared him to the famous wrestler.
I ignored the scent of sex in the air, the bodies gyrating on the dance floor not far from us, and the crowded bar. I didn’t need alcohol—nothing to dull the senses or pleasure. My muscles tensed slightly as I thought of the conversation that would soon follow.
Skyla’s head whipped around as we walked, staring at the couples engaged in sex acts or kissing on the couches. Several split levels of steps ensured plenty of room and tables for the paying customers. We reached the opposite end of the room, finding two bulky bouncers blocking our way.
I ticked my head at the twins. “Crank. Cash.”
