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Trying to hold on to those feelings would be stupid, though, so I turn away from the mirror and flip the water on, adjusting the handle until it’s a decent temperature.
I shower quickly, letting the water rinse off the drying cum on my stomach and between my legs, then washing my hair as steam fills the bathroom.
I hear a door slam as I’m heading back to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around me, followed by the rumble of voices downstairs.
Dante didn’t tell me where Maddoc and Logan were tonight, but they’re clearly home now, so I toss the towel on the bed and quickly dress in some of the new clothes Dante picked out for me.
I’m half tempted to just call it a night. With the whiskey still lingering in my system and my muscles loose and relaxed from being fucked into a state of bliss by Dante, I could probably crawl into bed and be asleep in less than five minutes. And honestly, I’m not sure I’m ready to look Maddoc in the eye after last night, especially since I’m pretty sure he knows how his punishment affected me. And whatever fragile peace I built with Logan this morning got blown up when I asked him about his scar, so I’m not really keen on dealing with him right now either.
But then the voices downstairs become more intense and urgent.
I can’t make out any actual words, but I can tell by the way the men are speaking that something is up.
That settles that.
Abandoning the idea of bed, I head out into the hall instead, curious to know what’s going on.
They’re all gathered in the living room when I get downstairs, and my footsteps slow as I enter. There’s a tense sort of energy in the air, and it occurs to me that maybe the raised voices were because they realized that Dante just fucked me in this room.
Shit. Maybe I shouldn’t have come down.
But Dante shoots me a look, giving a subtle shake of his head before shifting his focus back to Maddoc.
“So you got something from Club Prestige?” he asks, resuming the conversation they were having when I walked in.
“Yes, we did,” Logan says, looking more animated than usual. He dips his chin my way and adds, “Thanks to her.”
“What?” I glance between them, my heart lurching in my chest. “What are you talking about?”
Logan lifts one shoulder. “Your distraction came in handy.”
“My distraction?” I blink in confusion, and then my stomach drops. “You mean me trying to help Chloe? Did you… plan that? Did you know she would be there?”
“No.” The blond man shakes his head, looking supremely irritated by that fact. Being caught unawares by something probably goes against that manic need for control he seems to have. “But the commotion you caused turned out to be useful. When everyone rushed over to you, it gave me an opening to plant a bug under the table Austin was sitting at without anyone noticing. I’ve been monitoring it ever since, and—”
“You got something?” I blurt, hope rising hard and fast. “Something about Chloe?”
Logan looks irritated by the interruption, but I’m too excited to let his demeanor scare me.
I glance at Dante again without meaning to, and he smiles at me. “You did good, princess.”
I start to smile back before something occurs to me, and I turn to Maddoc, narrowing my eyes. “Wait a minute. You knew Logan planted the bug while I was trying to help my sister?”
“Of course I knew,” he says calmly, staring me down.
My ass burns, and not metaphorically. “And what was your plan to get the bug planted if I hadn’t caused that commotion?”
He shrugs one shoulder, his gaze hooded. “We would have improvised. Logan is very good at what he does.”
“So basically, you didn’t have a plan.”
That finally gets a rise out of him. “Ourplanwas to confront McKenna, give him a chance to deescalate, assume he fucking wouldn’t, and then make sure we used the opportunity to install our surveillance device.”
I cross my arms over my chest, matching him glare for glare. “So basically, you punished me for something that turned out to be useful. How the fuck is that fair?”
“What you did was risky. It could have gotten you killed.” He shakes his head, slicing his hand through the air as he adds, “It could’ve gotten usallkilled. You needed to learn a lesson about stepping out of line like that.”
His words catch me off guard. I knew he was pissed at me for putting his people in danger, but from what he just said, it sounds like he was worried aboutmebeing in danger too. Is that true? Would he really have cared if something had happened to me?
