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“No, it’s not a problem. Everything has to be perfect tonight,” the bouncer says, swallowing hard. “Please tell them they’re welcome to come in and set up. The boss would like to see you first, though.”

Layla stiffens a bit, and Draven, Mav, and Atlas watch her carefully. Good, I’m not the only one realizing our girl is keeping secrets.

“That’s acceptable,” she murmurs. Turning, I raise my hand to Turner and Derek. They’ll be the easiest two people to get in with the equipment since they’ll know what they’re doing. Greg and Orion will stick out like a sore thumb, unfortunately, since they haven’t set up our equipment before.

The bouncer lets us in, handing us off to someone in a black suit who looks familiar.

“Hello Cormac,” Layla murmurs as she looks up at him.

“Good evening, girlie,” he mutters. I remember him now as the man who gave her shit outside of Seán’s club in Chicago. Fantastic. “This way, then.”

Following him, I look around as we walk through the carefully lit hallway. It still manages to seem dark, since every four feet has a recessed spotlight. Taking a left, I look out on a sea of important looking men and women as we walk up an aisle together.

Layla looks like a queen as she pretends to ignore everyone around us.

However, I know she sees the woman on a leash on her knees by a large man who casually looks her over. Layla has a tell that only I know, which is when her fingers twitch from stress.

This group doesn’t discriminate with their sex slaves though, because a woman has a bound, naked man on his knees in front of her while he pleasures her.Who the fuck did Seán invite?

“Layla.” Seán grins when he sees her. He’s seated toward the back of the room where he can see everyone and everything. There’s a beautiful raven-haired woman next to him who watches Layla carefully.

“Seán,” Layla murmurs. “How are you? Quite the crowd tonight…”

His smile never falters as he turns toward his daughter. “It’s all for my daughter, Líadan’s, debut. The Irish families want to meet my heir.”

“It’ll be interesting to see what they think when they find out she’s a woman,” Layla says mildly. “It doesn’t matter how capable you are to some people, they’ll still underestimate you.”

Atlas and Mav wince before smoothing out their expressions. I know my little flower is speaking from experience, but I know a lot of people underestimate her.

“Why do I like you?” murmurs Líadan. I don’t like how she says that as her intelligent, forest-green eyes move over Layla. My eyes slowly move over the crowd, looking for potential threats.

Something is very wrong here.

“I said the same thing to her the other day.” Seán beams at his daughter.

“Where is my uncle?” Layla asks idly. She’s very calm throughout this all, which makes the back of my neck itch.

“Uncle?” Líadan asks.

“Jordan.” Seán shrugs. “He has a niece, and she’s a murdering pain in the ass.”

“Don’t hurt me, and I won’t have to kill anyone,” Layla says nonchalantly.

I really think it’s that simple for her.

“I need to check you for weapons,” Seán warns her. “I very much love this dress on you. I would hate to strip you naked before your performance.”

“You’re an arrogant dick,” Layla comments. “Go ahead and check for weapons. If your hand moves inappropriately, I will break your fingers.”

“The tiny pixie is feisty,” Líadan observes as Seán begins to check her for weapons. Layla flinches when his hand goes up her dress, and Mav growls so loud, Seán pales. “Don't be a pervert, Daddy.”

“I’m not, hush,” Seán says, rolling his eyes before he stumbles as he stands. “I’m interested to see what other commands I can get you to follow.”

“Jordan is coming now, look,” Líadan tells us, looking over our shoulder. Moving carefully so we can still watch the O’Brien’s in the indicated direction, I see Jordan moving down the aisle to us.

His features look pinched when he sees Layla, and I decide I’m right. Something is fucking rotten. Draven shifts forward so he’s standing just in front of Layla, forcing Seán to step back.

“Your men are so protective,” Seán sneers. “I’m surprised your uncle lets you spread your legs for so many people.”

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