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Suddenly, Nico’s ripped away from me.
My eyes widen, and the swollen half of my bottom lip hangs open.
“Mate, if you’re gonna shag your broad”—a titan of a man grasps Nico by the neck of his shirt—“get the bloody hell off the emergency exit.”
The drilling in my ears halts when I detach from the wall behind me. “Who the fuck are you?” I shout at the giant.
“Pipe down, doll.”
That’s it.
You don’t mess around with my man or me without paying for it.
In a blink, my right fist connects with the man’s jaw. The force shoots a sharp burn up my knuckles and into my shoulder blade. He doesn’t even budge, brows raised at me as if I’d brushed a crumb of pastry off his meaty chin.
“Fuck.” That hurts so, so badly.
What am I doing? I haven’t punched someone in years.
My eyes land on the man’s black shirt, scanning the name attached to his chest.Collum.
Oh, shit.
I punched a bouncer.
That’s a major no-no.
“Good hook, hon. Hit with your knuckles next time, and it’ll hurt more,” Collum bleats at me before hoisting me over his shoulder. “That’s enough fun for the night.”
“Who are you?” Nico’s palms connect with either side of my face as I hang upside down.
“A fucking badass!” I scream, the blood rushing to my skull. “With balls of fucking steel.”
“I’m so attracted to you right now,” Nico shouts back.
* * *
“First nightI see you in years, you get me kicked out of my own club.” Klaus pats Nico on the back as we exit the elevator onto the brightly lit penthouse.
“We were inyourclub?” I ask, still trying to subdue the adrenaline rush from punching someone.
“Silent partner.” Klaus winks at me and proceeds down the mirrored hallway.
“It was dead anyways.” Ren leans her head on Klaus’s shoulder.
We enter a great room with oversized abstract paintings that match a sleek modern interior. White couches are scattered around the hardwood floor, accompanied by large chairs and a fur rug. Huge windows open onto a balcony with a lit fire pit. London’s skyline glints in the distance.
How many apps has this guy sold?I could’ve sworn at one point Nico mentioned Klaus was technically unemployed.
The more my eyes take in the penthouse, the more I feel off-kilter. I thought Molly’s townhome was extravagant, but this is lavish.
“Your home is stunning,” I say, and Klaus nods.
Nico’s arm snakes around my back, and he walks me toward the couches. My spell of sobriety almost forces me to instinctively pull away, especially after the drunken realization at the club, but fuck it. It’s nice to be held. It’s nice to be someone’sonly onefor a night.
“What do you do, Klaus?” I yell as our host places a record on his vinyl player.
“Lately, not much.” He lowers the needle and a soft tune fills the large apartment. Klaus walks back over to where Ren swirls a metal stirrer in a glass. “The club was probably my most recent investment since Nico and I sold Flight Falcon to Viggle. Also, I’m an early investor in Ren’s new clothing line in Tokyo.”
