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The handsome man curled his lip. “Whatcha got here?”
The man raised his brows in humor. “Says she knows me.”
“Yeah?” Kase smirked, though she could see the tension in his taut cheekbones as though he was grinding his teeth.
When she moved closer, his brows drew down in confusion.
She licked her lips. This was her only chance. He was her only option. “I do know him, Kase.” She grabbed his shirt in her fists in hopes he’d understand what she was trying to tell him.
He tilted his head, and the corners of his eyes crinkled.
She lowered her voice. “I. Know. Him.”
She couldn’t blatantly come out and say where she knew him from without tipping the man off. She jerked her head in a sharp nod when she saw Kase stare back at her with intent.
Kase slowly lifted his gaze to the man at her back.
“Kase, man, wanna double team this beauty?”
Kase stood silent, but his hold on her tightened. He laughed and tugged her closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his back. Oh fuck, this is bad, so very bad. Had he not understood what she’d said? Or was Kase just an asshole who thought to get his kicks with his brother’s woman?
“Last door on the right,” he shouted over the music.
Hell no.
Cheyenne dug her heels into the ground, but it was a fruitless effort. Kase basically lifted her to dangling feet and made his way down the hall. Her eyes sprang tears, and she struggled in his hold, but his strength outweighed hers as they moved closer to the end of the hall. As they passed a line of people, she recognized one of the men. Saint. He was the guy who’d promised to take care of the mess when she’d stormed the club the second time. He was talking to another guy and not looking in her direction.
She licked her lips. It was worth a shot. “Saint!” she shouted and immediately felt Kase’s arm tighten against her ribs.
Her hair ruffled against her ear when he whispered, “Christ’s sake, shut up. I’m not gonna fucking hurt you.”
She scoffed. “Yeah right, like I’d believe anything that came outta your mouth.”
Saint glanced over and shifted forward, taking in the scene in front of him. She didn’t know him, but from his expression, he didn’t like what he saw. Thank God, he’s gonna help me. He stopped in front of them and eyed Kase.
“What the hell is going on, Kase? Where’s Trax?”
“C-can you p-please help me?”
He glanced down at her, and his face softened.
“He’s taking me in the room, and they’re gonna double team me.” She frantically shook her head. “I’m not a hundred percent sure what that means, but I am a hundred percent sure I don’t wanna find out.”
Saint’s jaw clenched, and his features tensed as his glare slowly lifted to Kase. The last thing she expected was Kase’s reaction. Her back shifted from the rumbling of his chest. The asshole laughed. Or at least she thought he laughed. It was hard to imagine he even knew how.
“It’s not funny,” she said through gritted teeth.
His chest rumbled again. “It’s fucking hilarious, sweetheart.”
“Kase,” Saint warned.
Her body was pushed forward in Kase’s hold, leaving an inch gap between her and Saint.
“She fingered Ron. It’s him, Saint. We got the fucker.”
Cheyenne watched Saint’s face change slightly. Oh fuck! He gave a sharp nod.
She heard Kase whisper, “You, Trax, Rourke, and Gage, my room now. You tell Trax to keep his mouth fucking shut.”
