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“Except, I wouldn’t be able to keep it if I report it, now would I? So, the question is, do I report it?”
The implications of what I just said seem to sink in and his grin falters. “You have insurance.”
“It doesn’t matter. You stole from me.” I shrug off my coat and hang it on the back of one of the other chairs tucked under the table. Then, I undo the buttons of the long sleeves on my white dress shirt, roll them up and lean against the table. “Look, I get it. The adrenaline rush from a hit is addictive. How much money have you won?”
“One fifty,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Not bad.” I motion to Gustavo to come in and extend my hand palm up. “Key.”
Gustavo looks at Alan, and I can see the pity in his eyes before he hands me the keys and takes a step away from us.
“You’re letting me go?” Alan’s brows shoot up in surprise.
I grab his wrists, but before unlocking the cuffs, I say, “Under one condition. I let you go. You can keep your earnings and bragging rights. Hell, I’ll even send you with a nice ten-thousand-dollar bonus. But you have to do something for me.”
“Fuck yeah.” He laughs. “What do you want me to do?”
Turning the key, I release the cuffs. “Deliver a message.”
He rubs the raw skin of his wrists. “Sure thing, boss. What is it?”
I move closer. “Tell your friends no one steals from The Red.”
Before he can ask me anything more, I grab the back of his head and push him forward with all my might. His face makes contact with the steel of the table and a resounding crack fills the room as his nose breaks.
Alan bolts upright, his hands cupping his nose. Blood oozes down his mouth and chin, staining his Hawaiian shirt, and he stumbles backward onto his ass. “What the fuck?!”
Stalking toward him, I grab him by the shirt and lift him. For a skinny guy, he’s surprisingly heavy, but I’ve got rage to give me strength. “I meant what I said about understanding that the adrenaline rush you get from a hit is addictive. I know it first-hand. Only, my rush comes from beating up dicks like you.”
While I hold him with one fist, I punch him with the other. His breath swooshes out of him and he doubles over, but I still don’t let go. Instead, I bring my knee up sharply, getting him in the ribs.
He falls onto his side, bleeding and gasping for air. I step over him with one foot, and peer down at his pathetic ass. Protectively, he covers his head with his arms.
However, I don’t intend on hurting him anymore. I need him to deliver that message, after all. Besides, I feel nothing when they don’t fight back. It’s pointless.
“Gustavo will get you the ten thousand. If I see any of the Chasers around The Red, I won’t call the cops. No, instead I’ll consider our agreement null and void. And I will hunt you down and cut you up into ten thousand pieces, one for every dollar you were paid. Is that clear?”
He nods as he sniffs and I realize he’s crying. Fucking pussy.
“I’m amending my message.” I bend closer to make sure Alan can hear me well. “Tell your friends no one steals from me.”
I look up to see Gustavo distastefully wiping a speck of blood that sprayed him. It’s not the stain that bothers him, but that it’s from a thief. He hates them almost as much as I do.
“I’ll get it taken care of, sir,” he says, and hands me my coat.
Taking it, I crack my neck and blow out a breath, feeling completely unsatisfied. It’s the anticipation of a large meal, and getting only an appetizer.
But that’s all right. The night has just begun.
* * *
“I’d love to be fucked on that stage someday. It seems so wicked, doesn’t it?”
I turn from the four-post bed on the main stage where one of the girls has been bound and is being hammered from behind.
Leaning against my private table is a sexy as hell brunette in an expensive red dress, an invitation evident in her dark eyes.
Gianna Hunting. I recognize the heiress immediately. Even if I didn’t see her face plastered everywhere advertising her reality show, she’s here often enough, spending all of her father’s money on champagne and caviar.
