Page 276 of Chandelier Sin
“I don’t know anything!” screamed Amelia.
Greyson’s hands flexed, proving he was about to push by me to get to her.
I pivoted toward Amelia. “Wait for me outside.”
She sprang up and scurried from the room.
Jewel opened her mouth to call her back and then, realizing it was useless, pursed her lips with an annoyed expression.
Greyson shook his head. “She won’t wait for you. You can’t trust her.”
“I’ll deal with her later,” I warned him.
“At least our submissives are safe,” said Jewel. “No thanks to you.”
“We know you bought them,” I said. “We know they’re here against their will. What you’ve done is an abomination.”
Jewel stood up straight. “They are spoiled beyond their wildest dreams. What other kind of life would they have? Working 9-5 in a dead-end job. Here, they can do anything they want. We offer the kind of future they’d never have otherwise.”
“Oh, God,” Greyson murmured, sinking into a chair, eyes blinking, as though only now believing what we’d all been trying to tell him.
As though his mind was telling him it couldn’t be true.
Because his world was filled with art and beauty and science, and these were the things he trusted.
What they’d done to him as a boy, locking him up in that attic for years, had destroyed him. We’d spent decades getting him to a point of balance.
Now, I watched him crumbling into futility in real time.
“Stay with me,” I urged him.
He gripped the arms of the chair as though gripped by terror, staring straight ahead, confusion in his eyes.
“Tell me where they are,” I demanded, “or you’re not getting out alive.”
She raised her chin. “I know what you did to Aemon.”
I shrugged. “I witnessed you personally order your men to kill Lance.”
Her gaze slid over to Greyson, as those worried about sharing more of those sordid details.
He looked stunned. “Aemon died in Thailand.”
My fists clenched as a dark violent force rose within me. Fury consumed me as I tried to control my temper. All that had gone before was coming to a head.
I was going to do the unthinkable to Jewel to get the information.
The door flew open.
Eve stood there, looking elegant, her eyes filled with passion. “It’s over, Atticus.”
My gut twisted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Eve leaned against the doorjamb, her casualness contradicting the tension in the room. “Greyson Grantchester. Atticus Sinclair. Your membership is revoked. Tell that to your friend Jake Carrington, too. Now get the fuck out of my club.”
Atticus was in the anteroom.
I could hear his raised voice, hear the tension.
