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“Great.” I sat down heavily. “Am Iassociatedwith you, now?”
“We had a breach in the club,” Daniel said, and his mouth twisted. “We’re working on it. You should be fine, but I learned a long time ago never to be too careful.” He nodded at me. “I put my number in your phone.” A smile played around his mouth. “Should be a little easier to stay in contact that way.”
I pulled out my phone and sure enough, saw that I had a text from Daniel, including a silly gif that almost made me smile. With a huff, I set my phone aside and reached for coffee. I saw Daniel’s eyebrows rise a centimeter and gave him a bland smile. “I learned a long time ago never to say no to free coffee.”
Daniel almost smiled, but then sat back, quiet and observing me as I ate and drank, occasionally sipping from his own coffee. At first, it didn’t bother me, but after about ten minutes, I gave him a look.
“What?”
“I need you tonotlook for Lia or touch anything Michaelson-related, anything mob-related.” His voice was stern, and I pressed my thighs together even as I scowled. “I mean it, Sara. You got lucky.”
“Is that what you call getting tied up in your office and interrogated all night?”
His eyelids dropped and his grip tightened on his mug. “You couldn’t have hated it that much or you would have left first thing this morning.” His voice was now smooth, with that dangerous pull, and I couldn’t help it and squirmed in my seat.“You wanted to see how it would play out, you like these twisted, kinky games.” Daniel set down his mug. “Sorry to disappoint, it won’t happen again.”
I snorted. “No kidding. And no, I stayed because I was hungry. Twisted, kinky games make a girl hungry.” I stood up, snatching up the card, and looking around for my bag. “Where’s my purse? And where are my clothes?”
“Purse is by the door,” Daniel said. “Car will be here in five minutes.”
“Great,” I said. Even though I knew I wouldn’t get an answer, I couldn’t help but push, “Any idea when I will get to see Lia?”
Daniel grimaced but I thought it was more at the situation. “No. Could be a few days, could be a week—could be a month.”
“Amonth? You cannot be serious.”
Daniel stood up and gave me a tight smile. “I’ll be in touch. Wait in the lobby—it’s cold outside.”
With that, he ushered me out his front door, to the elevator, and walked back to his place without a word.
And that was the last time I saw Daniel for almost a month.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Zakary
Almost a month had gone by, and I was no closer to finding any answers about the asshat who’d dumped the drink on me and had his Chad goons threaten me, telling me to stay away from Sara.
I’d been working more remotely, barely going into the office—and Sara seemed oblivious. But now I understood, she had some mobbed-up boyfriend. No wonder she’d seemed so uncomfortable at the club and why she seemed so distracted the few times that I’d seen her at work. She’d been good at ignoring me.
However, if she did attempt to press charges or something, I already had several plans in place to handle that.
No, right now, my concern had been finding anything on that Daniel Michaels, because he was the key to the undoing of Sara,I was certain of it. With him out of the way, I could focus on her and look out for her, and she’d be so grateful, she’d finally realize what she had been missing out on.
Including going to this dodgy-ass place in a part of the city I’d never gone before. I shouldn’t even deign to go down here, but from what little information I could glean on Daniel Michaelson, there should be answers there. My lip curled in disgust as I eyed the building and the two whores standing outside of it, talking in soft Russian and smoking cigarettes.
A fucking strip club. Of course.
Sucking in a breath, fisting my hand in my jacket around the stack of cash, I strode across the street with my head high. The women’s conversation faltered as I drew closer, probably intimidated by me, until I saw one of them nudge the other and make a face.
“I don’t think you should go in there, young man,” one of them called out.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, bitch,” I spat, and she jerked back, shocked. Sneering at her, I marched up the steps and went inside, only to walk into a wall of muscle. “Evening. I heard this was a place where I might get information—”
“Out.” The man barely looked at me as he crossed tattooed arms and said in a thick Russian accent, “We draw the line at twerpy creeps.”
My face went hot, and I thought I heard the whores outside laugh, when someone clapped me on the shoulder. “Come on, Pieter, he’s just a curious young man.”
The man said something in Russian as I glanced at the rotund man next to me, who looked like a suit. What was a lawyer doing here, of all places?
