Page 75 of Lethal Lover


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“Don’t worry, sweetie. Everyone gets a mask once you go through the front door.”

I grasp the door handle and push it open. My pulse jumps into my throat and slams a fist through it. There isn’t a huge crowd gathered outside. Maybe they won’t even let us in. If it’s true what Alek said about needing to be a member, we’re fucked.

The girls all get out, looking completely fuckable in tiny dresses that are so short they graze their ass cheeks. They fluff out their hair and pop their lips.

Mandee loops her arm through mine. “Remember, I called dibs.”

I force a smile even though my lungs feel like they’ve been chained together. Lila walks right up to the man standing at the door. She leans close to whisper something to him. I keep my head down, hovering behind Jesi and Penny. After what feels like forever, Lila turns and motions for us to follow her inside.

I don’t know what she said or what she promised, but we’re fucking in like Flynn after that. Masks are handed to us, and I quickly ditch the glasses. We walk through the foyer. It has black walls. Fancy-looking red light fixtures drop from the ceiling. Dark-red velvet couches line each side of the long hallway leading into the main area of the club. People are in different states of undress all around us. They fuck on the couches, the floor, against the wall. At the bar, groups gather around to watch while sipping from long crystal flutes. I edge closer to Lila, although Mandee has me locked pretty tight against her.

“It seemed to be pretty easy to get in here tonight,” I say.

Lila nods. “Yes. There’s a private event happening, so the club is open to the public tonight. Selective public, of course.”

My ears perk up at “private event.” Is that where Branko is? That motherfucker is actually right here? And the doorman just offered that shit up to a girl with big titties?

I give my head a shake. Jesus. They ought to just shoot him now.

Mandee tugs me toward a room where a crowd is gathered. She pushes through to get a better look at the show. My breath hitches and a sudden urge to puke assaults me.

Val is tied to the back wall, held to a bunch of hooks by scarves. She’s barely covered in scraps of black leather. The boots are the only things on her body covering skin.

Rage bubbles in my veins as I watch three guys with their hands and mouths all over her. I grab a fistful of my hair and tug it to keep my mouth from shouting all the things I’m gonna do to those bastards when I get a chance.

I swallow them down. If I open my mouth, if I make one false move, she could be finished.

My insides feel like they’ve been submerged in ice water. I force myself to look away, my hand back on my gun. I could pull it out and fucking kill them all right now. I can save my girl and get the fuck out of here.

I scrub a hand down the front of my face, shaking with anger.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Mandee’s eyebrows furrow. “You look upset.”

I swallow hard, blood pulsing between my temples. Lights flash in front of my eyes, my head woozy.

Jesus, this is not the time for a panic attack. And unless I’m dying, I need to fucking focus.

Mandee tugs my arm. “Q?”

Her voice is muffled, like she’s speaking to me through water. My heart thumps, pounding against my rib cage. In my periphery, I see someone untie her. Her arms fall from the hooks, limply dropping to her sides. Another performer steps into her place. I clench my fists, the tattoo of her camellias glaring at me and taunting me from the wall.

Where’s her bright fucking future, Quinn?

Didn’t you want to be part of it?

Now she might not get it!

What are you going to do?

Suddenly, Val jerks her head left and right, desperation in her gaze. My skin crawls at the sight of three men pushing her into a corner away from the wall display. I pull away from Mandee, shove my way through the crowd, and tear off my mask. Val’s gaze latches on to mine through the mask eye holes, the lower half of her face pinched with fear.

“No,” she mouths, shaking her head wildly. “Get out now.”

Then an arm loops around her waist and drags her toward a door along the wall. It opens to what looks like a tunnel, it’s so dark. One of the men shoves her inside and pulls the door closed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck that asshole Alek. Fuck his stupid Tesla. Fuck his goddamn life!

I’m too late.

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