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I turn to Rooster. “What do you know about Marcus St. Clair?”
I didn’t plan to ask about Cora’s family. But I can’t stop myself. Just in case.
His face creases in thought. Then he shakes his head. “Nothing. I don't recognize the name. Should I?”
“What about Alexander McAllister?”
“That one rings a bell. He’s a regular, isn’t he, Legs?”
She nods. “Tall, skinny guy. Pompous. He usually comes in with a group of men in suits. They drink and watch the girls, but they don’t tip.” She wrinkles her nose in obvious distaste. “One of them grabbed one of my dancers and I set the bouncer on him. They haven’t been back in a while.”
It’s not exactly news that he’s an asshole. Cora made that clear with the bits and pieces of her story she’s shared.
“I’ll keep my eyes open,” Rooster offers. “I’ll ask around, too.”
I want to tell him that Yasha has been looking into Cora’s family for me, and he hasn’t found much of anything. Nothing useful.
That should be a sign that all is well, but I can’t shake the feeling that there is something I don’t know. Something important.
“Thanks,” I tell him.
“It’s our pleasure. We’re always here to help you, Ivan. Whatever you need.” He dips his head in a show of respect, grinning again. “We’re lucky to count you as a friend.”
“Go to the bar and get yourself something to drink,” Legs says. “On the house.”
I shouldn’t.
I know I shouldn’t.
I told Yasha I wouldn’t.
But the reminder that Cora is in the club just behind me chips away at the little bit of willpower I’ve managed to muster.
“You can drink for free from now until kingdom come,” Rooster says, sensing my hesitation. “With all the business your sister brought in tonight, we owe you all.”
I frown. “Anya made it sound like you were doing her the favor."
He laughs. “A private event this big makes double what we’re usually pulling. Your fiancée must have a lot of friends.”
Fucking Anya.I should have known she’d do too much. Now, I have no choice but to check it out for myself.
At least, that’s the excuse I’m going with.
“Point me to the bar,” I grit out. “Time for me to make an appearance.”
Rooster has one of his men guide me through the back hallways of the club. When I emerge into the main belly of the place, I see it’s absolutely crawling with people.
“I’m going to kill Anya,” I mutter to myself.
The only benefit to the mass of people is that I’m able to blend in easily. I slip into the mayhem and carve a path from the bar towards the dancefloor.
Yasha should have told me what I was sending Cora into. The moment he got here, he should have told me how many people were here. But now that I’m in the club, I can see security at every entrance and lining the walls. Plus my own soldiers sprinkled throughout the revelers.
Sheshouldbe safe here.
Ishouldleave.
But now that I’m here, I can’t go without seeing her. Without seeing for myself that she is fine and having fun.
