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“I’m not even answering that. Where’s Bree and why the fuck has she let you off the leash?” I ask him.
“She’s upstairs, with Faith,” he says.
“You bought Faith here? To a fucking nightclub?” I scowl at him. Faith is Ash and Bree’s daughter. A toddler sure as shit doesn’t belong in a place like this with creeps like these hanging around.
“We’re flying out tonight. We just stopped by to grab a couple of things. You should come up and see the girls before we leave.”
I look back to Lucy. No fucking way am I leaving her on the dance floor. “Sure, I’ll be right there,” I say before crossing the room. I step up behind Lucy, lean in, and whisper in her ear, “I need you to come with me.” I nibble on her lobe, and her body shudders at the contact. I fucking love how responsive this girl is to my touch.
“Mmm, I don’t know. There are a lot of offers on the table right here. You’ve got some hefty competition,” she’s quick to reply.
My fingers curl into her waist. I hear her breath hitch. “The thought of anyone touching you does things to my head, Little Bee. And you really don’t want to watch the fallout.”
“Sorry. I was joking.”
“I’m going to buy you a joke book. You need some help with your sense of humour,” I deadpan. Then I take her hand in mine and lead her off the dance floor and upstairs to where the offices are located.
The music dies out the higher up we get. “Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“You let me tie you to a fucking pole and fuck you without question. And now you’re worried about where I’m taking you?”
Her face goes beet red. It’s cute how she never seems to have any shame in the heat of the moment but is so easily embarrassed by the memory of those same actions.
“Relax. My cousins are leaving town tonight. I need to say goodbye to Bree, then I’m taking you home.”
“You don’t have to take me home. I’m not ready to leave yet anyway. I’m not nearly drunk enough.”
I don’t respond. It’s pointless. Because, in the end, I know I’m going to get my way. I always fucking do, no matter how much I have to get my hands dirty in order to make sure it happens. I open the door to Ash’s office and pull Lucy inside before closing it behind us.
“Dom-Dom.” Faith’s little legs run to me, her arms high in the air. I release my grip on Lucy’s hand, bend down, and scoop up the toddler.
“Hey, little Faith. How you doing?” I pepper kisses all over her tiny face. She’s fucking adorable, this kid. So much so it’s questionable if she’s actually Ash’s. I don’t know how his ugly mug created something so fucking beautiful. I would love to say that it has something to do with Bree’s influence, but there’s no blood relation there. Faith was dropped on Ash’s doorstep when she was just a month old. It’s a long story and not mine to tell. Those two fuckers love to talk about themselves more than anyone I know, so they are more than happy to explain how it all went down.
“Dom, I didn’t know you were here,” Bree says.
“Ash said you guys were leaving tonight. Where is he?” I ask, looking around the otherwise empty office.
“Your guess is as good as mine. He’s probably putting the fear of god into the staff before he has to be away from this place for a few weeks.” She laughs.
“Right.”
“Hi, I’m Bree. I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting properly. I’m this one’s favourite cousin.” Bree holds out her hand to Lucy.
“Wasmy favourite cousin untilshecame along,” I say, tossing Faith in the air and catching her. Her little squeals of delight melt my cold fucking heart.
“If you drop my daughter, I’ll skin you alive,” Bree tells me. And I believe her. She’s more than skilled with a knife.
“I’m Lucy. It’s nice to meet you.” Lucy’s voice is quiet, unsure.
I look over at her. She seems nervous. I pass Faith over to Bree and take Lucy’s hand. I don’t know what she’s nervous about but I don’t fucking like it. “Let me know when you’re back in town and we’ll catch up.”
“Sure,” Bree says, her beady little eyes bouncing from Lucy to me.
I say a quick goodbye to Faith before pulling Lucy out of the office. I don’t walk through the club this time. Instead, I head for the back door that leads out to the alley, then guide us around the front of the building, where I look for the valet kid I threw my keys at when I arrived. He starts jogging to the lot when he sees me and quickly disappears. A couple of minutes later, my car is idling at the kerb in front of us. I open the passenger door and tuck Lucy inside before manoeuvring around the front and climbing behind the wheel. As soon as I’ve pulled away and onto the street, I pick up her hand and entwine our fingers together.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her.
TWENTY-SIX
