Page 47 of One Wild Night

"East District?" Jamie gasped. "Does Tony know about this?"

"No, but at least we know why Carlo sent him away," I murmured, opening my safe and taking out my Glock G19. I needed a slightly more compact gun for the fight club, something that would go unnoticed. This gun only took 9x19mm bullets, but handled just as well as my normal glock. "I need you to contact all of Tony's runners."

"So I'm not going to fight night then?" Jamie looked disappointed.

"Maybe next month," I grinned, tossing him some spare bullets from my safe. "Take Mike or Phil with you. They're at the bar."Drooling over Siena I suspect,I thought as my hand twitched on my gun. Fuck it; I needed to get a grip! Siena was a dancer; men were supposed to look at her.

"Sure thing, boss." Jamie left without another word.

Bennett was already at City Limits, checking for trouble. He was a lot like me and enjoyed a good fight. I had actually hired him because he almost won a street fight with me years ago when I had been known asBrawler.

I slipped my Glock into my waistband under my suit jacket and left my office.

Fucking God damn fate! As soon as I walked into the hallway, Siena was there, sipping a bottle of water. She must have just come off stage; her body was glistening in sweat. I gulped as I watched the beads of perspiration trickle down her perfect tits, which were hoisted up in a black halter top. I licked my lips, imagining how it would taste if I buried my tongue in her cleavage while I ripped that fucking top off her body. It wouldn't have taken much to get those fuck-hot leather pants off her, either. I'd leave the black high heels on, though. I loved the feeling of her heels digging into my ass while I fucked the shit out of her sweet pussy. That wall behind her was sturdy: that would do.

"What the fuck, Ryan!" Siena smacked my chest, breaking me from my daydream. Fuck, she was standing right in front of me now. How the hell did she get there? "Are you trying to get us both killed?"

"What?" I glared.

"You were just eye fucking me again!" Oh shit! What the fuck was wrong with me? "I meant what I said. I don't need you to look out for me, and I sure ashelldon't need all this fucking attention!"

I saw red, opening my office door again and dragging her inside.

"You'd rather I let any fucker in this club grope you?" I seethed, pushing her roughly against my door as I closed it, but not hard enough to hurt her. I could never hurt her.

"I have security for that!" she yelled, pushing my chest back. I was pressed right up against her. "Get the fuck off me, Ryan!" she complained.

"Yeah, some good they are! They didn’t even notice some drunk fucking asshole shove his tongue down your throat while practically ripping your tit off!"

"You hired them!"

"No, I didn't..."

"Ugh! You need to forget our weekend, Ryan. We fucked, that's it! Get the fuckoverit already! Jesus!" she snarled, interrupting me while running her hands through her hair. Fuck, I loved her hair. It was wild and untamed, just like her.

"Then why'd we almost kiss the other night?" I challenged her, trying to take a step closer. She was fighting her desire for me. It was written all over her face.

"Didn't you listen to a single word I said last night? I'm not your girl, Ryan!" Fuck me, if she wasn't the sexiest thing I had ever seen. My dick was throbbing to be inside her. "You need to stop all this shit!"

"You don't want me to be all heroic?" I gave her my panty-dropping smile, hoping it might work this time.

"No, I don't. Leave me the fuck alone!" Turning on her sexy heels, she headed for my door, but I pulled her back. Fuck me, my dick was trying to break through my pants. She must have known how incredibly gorgeous she looked.

"Please, Siena," I begged. What the fuck was wrong me?

The expression on her beautiful face began to change until all I saw was loathing. "Don't you ever call me that name again, asshole! You have no fucking right! I gave you a few days to call me Siena while we were together, but that’s it. You don't get any other chances!" she roared with a fury that almost knocked me off my feet. I had thoroughly pissed her off without intending to do it, so I didn't try to stop her when she stormed out of my office.

Fuck!

"Boss, where have you been?" Bennett asked when I finally arrived at City Limits.

"Don't ask!" I growled, getting a waitress' attention. I was Ryan fucking Lawson; it didn't take long until a leggy blonde came my way.

The club was packed. Everyone was gathered around the ring below. High society clientele like me, however, had access to the upstairs balcony area.

I recognized almost everyone, but there were a few new faces that bothered me. Three tanned, burly men sat in the corner of the balcony deep in conversation as they gazed over at me.

"Do we know anything about those three fuckers in the corner?" I muttered to Bennett as I downed my whiskey.

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