Page 69 of Detained

And now that she’s here, she isn’t going anywhere. Even if she wants to fight me on it, it’s something I’ve come to love. She might be a brat, but she is my brat. She lets out a soft snore, her warm breath hitting against my chest, and my dick is instantly hard for her.

As my phone starts ringing on the nightstand, I hiss in frustration. Jax's nameflashes up on the screen.

“Jax.” I keep my voice quiet to not to disturb her.

What the hell is he doing up at this time of the morning?

“Have you seen your messages from Enzo?”

I rub my eyes. I’ve been far too occupied with Zara to check anything. I swipe up and see the onslaught of texts from Enzo.

I open up the attachment and I stare back at a Lieutenant of the NYPD, with a hollowness in his eyes. As Zara stirs beside me, the warmth of her hand glides down my chiseled abs.

“What does that picture mean?” I ask.

“That guy and one of his cop buddies have requested a membership at Enzo’s club. Using fake papers, obviously.”

“Oh.” Interesting.

As I pull up my text chain with Enzo. I can hear the faint sound of my fingers tapping on the screen as I type out a simple instruction.

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Approve their memberships and invite them this evening. I’ll be bringing Zara.

“Okay, Jax. I’ve sent instructions to Enzo. Round up a team, we will be meeting there at 6pm.”

“Nice.” I can hear the excitement in his voice.

“This is work, Jax,” I remind him.

“Work hard, play harder.”

“We’ll see.” I cut the call just as Enzo’s prompt reply comes in.

Enzo

All arranged. There won’t be any trouble inside the club and I expect Zara will still be on a guest pass?

A smile creeps up on my lips as I recall our last encounter in Enzo’s club. He’s right. She has absolutely no need to participate in any activities.

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Yes. I’ll see you there.

I place my cell back on the table. I don’t want Zara knowing anything about the cops. I want to see if I can really trust her. I’ll be able to sense her alliance from a simple interaction with them. It will prove if we’re really on the same team.

Her leg brushes up along my thigh, resting over my morning hard on. When I look down, I am captivated by her big green eyes, sparkling with mischief.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

“Are you always this busy?” she asks in a husky tone.

“It would seem that way.”

“How could you possibly have time to fit me in that busy schedule?” she teases, biting down on her bottom lip.

I brush my nose against hers. I don’t think she quite understands what I expect out of our arrangement, especially if she passes my test tonight.

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