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Logan, of course, ignores me. Aside from that moment in the kitchen and the flash of heat in his eyes when I came downstairs, he’s barely even acknowledged my existence today, let alone any of what happened in my bedroom last night.
The spot on my chest burns, more from the memory than from the actual cut, which has already healed over into a thin red scab that’s hidden by my dress.
“No fucking way am I putting our transportation at the mercy of West Point,” Maddoc growls, actually answering my question straightforwardly.
Right.
This isn’t a fun night out, this is some kind of mission into enemy territory. One I still don’t really understand why they’ve included me in, unless it’s just that Maddoc doesn’t trust me alone in their house.
Actually, that’s probably exactly why.
“McKenna’s there,” Logan says, pocketing his phone after he taps out a quick message on it.
“Isaac has eyes on him?” Dante asks, his voice more serious than the light tone I’m used to hearing from him.
Logan nods once, then slips out of the Escalade like a silent shadow.
“Here? In the club? Are you going tokillhim?” I blurt out, adrenaline slamming into me as I scramble out of the back.
“That would be stupid,” Logan says coldly. He considers for a second, then adds, “Tonight, anyway.”
“Logan’s right. We’re not here to kill him. This is business, and you need to stay out of it,” Maddoc says, glaring at me as if he wasn’t the one who insisted I come along in the first place.
I put my hands on my hips. “Well, what exactlyamI supposed to do here? If this has anything to do with getting Chloe back, I want to help.”
“We just need to talk to McKenna, princess,” Dante tells me, stepping in. “We’ve got some shit to discuss with him.”
Maddoc, who seems more on edge than usual tonight, doesn’t say anything else. He just clicks the key fob to lock up the Escalade and then turns and heads toward the club. Logan follows, and Dante offers me his arm like a gentleman.
“Come on,” he says. “And keep your eyes and ears open.”
“For what?”
“Anything useful.” His playfulness vanishes for a second as he gives me a serious look. “But stay out of trouble while we’re in there, okay?”
I grimace. “Trouble has a way of finding me.”
“You got that right.” He shoots me a sinful grin, his casual charm resurfacing.
Sticking close to Maddoc and Logan, we head past the bouncer and into the club.
The music slams into me first, followed quickly by the scent of bodies, alcohol, and smoke. It’s loud and crowded, filled with a seductively pulsing energy that, for a second, makes me wish Dante and I were just here to let loose and dance.
But that’s a fucking pipe dream considering the turn my life has taken recently, so I shake it off and do what he asked me to, looking around as he pulls me through the press of the crowd toward the back of the club. I try to keep my eyes and ears open, even though I can’t imagine what I’ll notice that would be “useful.”
The music is too loud to hear anything, and all I see is the expected mix of gyrating bodies, drunken hookups in dark corners, and a cross section of Halston’s clubgoers trying to see and be seen. Whatever gang business goes on here isn’t going to be out in the open.
Dante tugs me closer as we walk, dragging me right up against him and wrapping an arm around me as he leans down so I can hear him.
“Want a drink?”
“I thought we were here on business,” I say, arching a brow and trying to ignore how good it feels to be tucked against his body like this.
“We are. But that doesn’t mean we can’t…”
Dante keeps talking, but whatever he says is drowned out by a sudden rushing in my ears as I glance to my left and catch sight of a girl with blonde hair dancing on a raised pedestal nearby.
No. Not just a girl.
