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“Groovy. It’ll give me a chance to see my main squeeze again.” Seeing my face, she burst into laughter. “You have no sense of humor.”

“Not today. Get back to work. Cancel Davidson’s membership. Send him the typical letter.”

“Wow. Something did happen.”

I lifted my eyebrows until she threw up her hands in retreat.

As I left her office with the report in hand, my intuition continued to nag.

If the underground group of powerful men existed and there was a breach in privacy of any kind, perhaps they went much further in erasing any evidence.

I didn’t like where this was going, especially since my lovely submissive was determined to find answers. Maybe I would lock her in a cage until the murderer was found.

At least the thought brought a needed smile to my face.

But the concern remained.

So did the dark instinct.

CHAPTER19

Lachlan

“Club Darkness,” Lark said quietly. The way she scanned the entire perimeter of the oversized room was as if she was critiquing. “Interesting. Another old boys’ club?”

“From what I understand, it’s been around for three generations.” As the bartender brought our drinks, I couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off my stunning prize. She’d selected vibrant plum, the dress hugging every curve, providing every red-blooded male with a hint of the pleasure underneath the gorgeous delicacy.

“Hmmm… Of course,” she said as she rolled the tip of her index finger around the rim of her glass of Macallan. There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, but I sensed she’d continued to search for answers. It was evident by how quiet she’d been on the ride over.

“You don’t approve.”

“If I didn’t, would it matter? Let’s face it. Men have been privy to power and influence for much longer than women have been allowed. However,” she purred as she used the same finger, swirling it around two buttons on my shirt, “women are truly the ones in charge.”

“In all things, including the lifestyle.”

She seemed surprised by my comment, lifting her heated gaze to my eyes. “I didn’t think about it that way.”

I crowded her space, drinking in her delicate yet exotic perfume. She’d chosen to wear her hair in loose tendrils, the soft curls framing her face perfectly. “That’s something you should keep in mind.”

“For further training.”

“Yes.”

As she took a deep breath, her lashes skimmed her shimmering skin and my hunger continued to increase. “There are as many rich and famous people in this club as I’ve seen in Carnal Sins. I’m surprised you’re allowed inside given you’re rivals.”

I laughed as I noticed the owner, Gregory Dunham, milling through the crowd, checking on his guests as I did several times a week. The man was as much of a shark as I’d become, although given his recent marriage, he’d settled down. Or so I’d heard. However, he remained in the know as to the happenings in DC and the surrounding area. If anyone knew more about the dark underbelly thriving in town, it would be him or one of his brothers. “You know the old saying, it’s best to keep your enemies close.”

“Only he’s not your enemy, is he?”

“My beautiful, astute submissive. No. I’d call him a cautionary friend.”

“Is that why we’re here, to see if he knows anything about the murders?” While she kept her voice hushed, I could tell she was sizing up every man in the room as well as noting the few women who’d accompanied several of the men as guests. While I hadn’t gone through every page of the list Anastasia had provided, I noticed there was no pattern surrounding the members she’d highlighted using Elite. Except for one thing. They were all in positions of power, capable of boosting careers or destroying them. Maybe I was stretching given almost anyone who’d become members of either club could be thought of in the same regard.

“That and it’s good to check out the competition from time to time. Anastasia is concerned their membership is growing where ours has remained somewhat stagnant.”

“High standards perhaps?” Every syllable oozing from her luscious lips was seductive in nature. What did my little bird have up her sleeve? “You told me not to snoop. Why are you? Your precious club?”

I brushed my knuckle down the side of her face. “While my club is something of importance, that’s not the reason. It’s because I have full intentions of protecting you.”

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