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Just as I was beginning to enjoy the show, Alejandro placed his fingers to his lips. A shrill whistle traveled over the crowd. Narrowing my eyes at him, I felt the urge to leap across the table, strangling him to death, but a vibration in my pocket ripped me from my dark thought. Flickering my eyes downward, I slid my phone from my pocket, reading the text Ian had just sent.
Meeting in my office after Amber’s dance.
Nodding at him, I returned my attention back to the stunning headlining act. I was falling in love with her all over again. Proud was an understatement. She loved what she did, and it showed. Suddenly, a couple of flashes came from the middle of the room. Dragon sprinted toward me, positioning himself in front of me, obstructing my view.
“What are you doing?” I struggled to push him to the side.
Looking back at the table, Ian was cloaking his face with a napkin while Tyler shielded his with his hand.
“What’s happening?!” I jerked my head back to Luke, who was already concealed behind me.
Dragon bent down, taking his jacket off, draping it over my head. “We need to get you out of here.”
As I was covered and being pulled to the side of the room, my hat was knocked off. When I stopped to pick it up, I peeked out to see two more flickers before noticing bouncers dragging someone to the main entrance at the back of the room.
“Blue Lounge, now!” Ian ordered.
We stepped into the hall, and the door slammed behind us. I fought off Dragon’s hands, yanking the jacket off my head. Shoving it into his stomach, I frowned. “What the fuck, Dragon?!”
Ian, Luke, and Tyler didn’t say a word as they marched toward the lounge. Dragon, Ice Man, and I followed in silence. The moment we approached the room, Luke slipped his pistol from his waistband, holding it against his side. Tyler stepped in front of them, throwing one of the doors open. Luke drew his gun, aiming at a man centered between two bouncers.
He was probably in his fifties, balding, cradling a crushed camera in his palms, strap still around his neck.The flashes of light. Now, a broken camera. It was clear. Dragon held me by the arm, restraining me from attacking the paparazzo. Shrugging from his grip, I broke free, lunging forward at the man who recoiled.
“Why the fuck were you taking photos of me, huh?”
Shaking his head in fear, he glanced around at the suspicious eyes of the others in the room. “What are you talking about? I wasn’t taking photos of you!”
“I saw the flashes!” Raising my voice, I grabbed his camera, flicking it into his chest.
Tyler grinned ominously. “I don’t think it was you he was taking pictures of.” The smile diminished from his lips. “Was it?”
His eyes widened before he directed his fearful worry at me. “N-no, no, sir.”
“Were you taking photos of my employee?” The low growl in Ian’s threatening tone made it clear to anyone he was ready for war. Coming into his club and committing a direct offense against his company was a suicide mission.
The cowering man acted as if he was clueless about this place; about any of us. He didn’t seem to recognize me, not that my low hat was fooling many people, but I was no longer hidden in the shadows of the dark main room.
Tyler swiped the camera, flipping it over. Popping open a slot on the side, he extracted the memory card. Holding it up, he arched a brow before Ian snatched it from him, sliding it into his pocket.
“Did you fail to see the sign when you entered my club?” Ian pulled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, lighting it. “You’re on private property, and photography and video of my girls is strictly prohibited.” Smoke lingered around his lips before he blew it in the man’s face.
Now, fearing for his life, he choked, gasping as Luke cocked his pistol. Ian lifted his hand, and the bouncers exited the room. Ice Man and Dragon backed to the entrance, posting themselves by the door.
“He asked you a question,” Tyler reiterated Ian.
The man lifted the strap over his head, dropping the camera to the floor before falling to his knees. Hands in the air, he wailed, “Don’t shoot me, please, oh God!”
“Why were you taking photos of my girlfriend?” I pushed past Ian, leaning down.
With pleading, watery eyes, the man froze. “Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Don’t fucki—”
“Back off!” Ian barked.
“No!” I narrowed my daggers at the guy. “You don’t look like you even know why you’re here.”
“I was hired,” he sobbed, his stocky frame folded, and his knees gave way beneath him. “I was hired. I was hired. I was hired, please.”
