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I lead us to a sofa I had moved to the platformed area in the front of the room and point to the center cushion. “Sit between us, love.”
She sits without hesitation, and I drop onto one of the spaces beside her. Tobias turns and surveys the room a moment before sitting and draping an arm around her.
“Sizeable crowd tonight,” Bellamy observes, placing a tentative hand on my thigh.
I pick it up and kiss each of her fingers. Meanwhile, Tobias traces his finger up and down the back of her neck.
I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He seems to be watching the room, but Bellamy has his full attention.
I lean in and whisper. “Are you happy, love?”
She glances at me and beams. “The happiest, Sir.”
I kiss her forehead and wait for the entertainment to begin. Throughout the fashion show, we touch her in subtle but sensual ways. Our goal is to drive her mad with need before we take her to the private room we reserved to enjoy her body.
If I have any say in the matter, she’ll have a night she’ll never forget.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Only the owners and Bellamy are allowed to have phones inside the club, but we’re supposed to keep them out of sight as much as possible. I generally use mine in my office but given that I’m still waiting for information out of London, I slip the device out of the inner pocket of my jacket and note the number. I don’t want to disrupt the entertainment, but the end is approaching, so I tuck the phone back in my pocket. If it’s urgent, they’ll call right back. Otherwise, I’ll slip into my office and call them back in twenty minutes.
Two minutes later the phone buzzes again, and a glimpse at the screen tells me it’s the same number. I glance at Tobias and flash him my phone. He gives me a curt nod. My office is just behind where we are on the sofa. I can slip out without being too disruptive.
“This is Owen, go ahead,” I say as I close the door behind me.
“Mr. Thorne, It’s Erick.”
“Do you have an update for me?” Erick is a cousin who is almost as gifted as I am at tracking people. I promised him a trip to Las Vegas if he provides me with meaningful information that will lead me to the person who organized the massacre at Bellamy’s wedding.
He clears his throat, obviously nervous to be talking to me. I may not be next in line, but I’m still the son of the Thorne family leader, and people fear me.
“Let’s hear it,” I prod when he doesn’t say anything right away.
“I’ve been listening around town and have reason to suspect someone knows you’re in Las Vegas. We’re still trying to figure out where the messages are coming from, but chatter is that they’re coming for Ms. Harper in the next twenty-four hours. It doesn’t make sense, because some of it is coming from a phone with a Las Vegas number, but I’m still trying to find out who owns it.”
I quiz him for the next several minutes on where he got his intel. It seems legitimate.
“Damn it. We’re going to move locations. I am not telling you where for security reasons. But we’ll be safe.”
“Will Mr. Hunt be joining you?”
I frown. “I don’t think you need that information, Erick. Call me back with another update in five hours unless something urgent happens.”
I have to figure out a way to get us out of here without raising suspicions.
I text Bellamy.
OWEN: Send Tobias into my office. Stay and enjoy the rest of the show. We’ll come and get you when we’re ready.
I trust she’ll see the message and do as she’s told. A few minutes later, Tobias knocks, and I open the door and hurry him inside.
“Someone knows we’re here. We’re still sorting out who and how. Don’t be pissed, but I did a little searching into your background. According to records, you own a yacht. Where is it?”
He looks furious as he stares at the ceiling and runs a hand down his face. “Fuck. This is so messed up. The yacht is docked in Marina Del Rey.”
“We should head there and take our girl on a vacation. Maybe sail down to San Diego.”
“Is it really safe to get on a boat right now?”
“Safer than anything else I’ve come up with. They won’t be expecting it. Whoever the hell they are.”
