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I hummed, passing my empty flute to a passing waiter. “Unfortunately, the thing you speak of is not up for trade or sale.” I looked back at him, letting my cold eyes meet his. He flinched back from me. His wife released his arm and scurried off. “You’d better make that known to everyone interested in the package, am I clear?”
With that, I walked off, resisting the urge to smash my fist through something. Instead, I kept up my mask and sent a quick text to Gin.
Rhett:Make sure she stays protected.
Then, I put my phone back into my pocket and checked my watch, knowing my head of security would get the job done without having to have a whole fucking conversation with me about it.
I blew out a soft breath, my body coiled tightly with tension.
Two more hours of this dreadful bullshit.
11
Rhett
Just when I thought I could have gone the fuck home, unexpected business kept me away for two additional weeks. I’d wrapped it up as fast as I could, but there were too many variables—cops, thieves, and a fucking snitch.
Once I got the cops off my back, I personally hunted down the snitch and the two thieves who’d been selling my product behind my fucking back. And I put bullets in each of their skulls after making them plead for their lives.
Those pleas were like music to my ears, and the blood that covered my hands sated the monster inside my soul.
But now, I wanted to hear a certain, unwilling submissive beg me when her mind thought she should want anythingbutme.
I pushed open the door to the club. I was dressed down in jeans and a plain black t-shirt instead of my usual slacks and dress shirt. I was in need of a release, and being in my usual attire fucking made me feel constricted.
I was hoping Natalia was ready for me. Because I planned to deliver something particularly brutal tonight. Maybe I’d finally break her enough to dim that fire in her soul.
“She in her room?” I asked Darla when I found her at the bar, sipping on water as she watched the room, making sure everyone was safe—doms and subs alike.
She shook her head. “Someone paid to have her for the night.”
I arched a brow at her, my blood pounding hot in my veins. Possessiveness slid through me like lava, burning me from the inside out. Jealousy reared its ugly head, and the monster that had been calm was now raging, spitting fire.
“They know they can’t fuck her?” I asked. If they tried to fuck her, I’d lose my shit.
Darla nodded. “They signed their name on the dotted line,” she assured me.
I leaned back against the bar next to her and scoured the room for my dark-haired little vixen. I frowned when I couldn’t find her, worry settling in my gut. My sixth sense was telling me she was in fucking danger, and I didn’t fucking like that one bit. How was I so in tune to her already?
“He also know the private rooms are off limits?” I asked, surprised when none of my rage or worry leaked into my tone. I was pretty good at controlling it, but the turmoil inside of me was lethal.
“He knows,” Darla said. She straightened up. “Why? What’s going on, Rhett?”
I growled when I still couldn’t find Natalia. “She’s not in the fucking room.”
Darla quickly jumped off her stool, but I was already marching ahead of her, heading toward the back hallway where the private rooms were located. I shoved open all the doors, interrupting numerous couples, but I didn’t give a fuck,
I was on a warpath, and if I didn’t find my woman within the next minute, I was going to destroy this place. To hell with the consequences of doing so.
“She’s not here,” I snarled, marching back up the hall. I wrapped my hand around Darla’s neck, slamming her back against the wall. She choked, her eyes bugging out of her head, her hands clawing at my wrists. I didn’t even flinch. “Where is she?!” I roared at my manager.
“Sir—no, please,” I heard Natalia sob.
We were close enough to the living quarters for me to hear her, thankfully. And whoever paid to have her for the night was about to be sent straight to fucking hell by yours truly.
I dropped Darla and rushed for her room, shoving the door open when I found it locked, not even bothering with the key. The wood splintered before giving away, the door slamming against the wall beside it when I shoved it open.
The man who’d bought her was one I’d never seen before, obviously new to the club. He dropped a limp Natalia onto the mattress in shock before spinning around to face me. His face paled.
