Page 84 of Hunted Innocence

I just hope this works.

GRAYSON

I fucking hate nightclubs,but tonight, those haunted girls and the target are going to be together at the Velvet Heat. So, that’s where I am as well. Theron was able to get me on the list, though I’m not sure how. Maybe one of the girls hacked it or something, but I am perched across from the VIP coves, my attention focused on the target’s cove, waiting for them to arrive.

The music grows louder, the drinks flow harder, and then they appear. I watch as the target walks through with security guards. His thick body causing the crowds to part; at least, that’s what I decide. He’s not overweight and actually looks pretty good for his age of fifty-two.

The women walk behind him, wearing mesh dresses with nothing but a pair of thong panties—their breasts on full display along with their asses. I’ve never seen anyone wear that in public, but nobody seems bothered. As I look around, I realize that a lot of others are dressed in various versions of the same fucking thing.

I’ve never seen anything like this before.

Watching them settle into their cove, I take in the rest of the area. There are six coves, all filled with what I assume is the maximum number of people, except for the target’s cove and the one next to his.

The target’s cove has five women and him, so just five. And the one next to it has two women. One is wearing one of the mesh dresses, the other is wearing a sexy dress but nowhere near as revealing. She’s hot as fuck from behind. Long dark hair, curvy body. She reminds me of Nadine.

They aren’t my focus, though, so I just need to take in the target and those girls. Hopefully, tonight, I can find a way to get them alone and find out what the fuck is going on with them. I’m going to question them.

I know they’ve been kidnapped. But at the same time, I don’t know their situation. And the last thing I want is for them tobe hurt even more than they already have been. Because even if they aren’t being beaten, it’s clear to me that these four women are being hurt in some way.

If anyone knows exactly what the fuck all that shit feels like, it’s me. I can’t just let it go.

Not when it comes to kids.

At the end of the day, they are still kids, just like I was. And they deserve someone to give a shit about them, not use them up and discard them. Because that is exactly what will happen to them, and then they’ll be forgotten as if they never even fucking existed.

The club really gets moving, the crowd growing larger, the music louder, and the drinks flowing harder. I’ve been to my share of clubs, and I’ve enjoyed them over the years, but this is a bit wilder than I’m used to.

When they say the scene is hot in Miami, they are not fucking kidding.

Sitting back, I keep my gaze focused on the cove, on the target and the women around him. They aren’t dancing. Instead, they’re touching each other and him. However, nobody is doing anything too sexual yet, aside from caressing. And if I’m not mistaken, all have bottles of water. Not a single one of them is drinking.

Interesting.

The target looks to them from time to time, but he doesn’t reach out to touch any of them. He seems uninterested in the world around him. Why come to a nightclub and be bored? What is the purpose of that? He turns his head to the side, looking over to the cove beside him, and then tilts his head to the side.

My gaze follows his, and I pause.

My breath hitches.

I hadn’t realized it was her before. Sure, she’s gorgeous as fuck from behind, and now I understand why I was so attractedto her. I hadn’t been paying attention to the neighboring cove, mainly because it wasn’t my business who the fuck was there, but now that the target has homed in and focused on it, I take in the two women.

That is when I realize that one of those two women is Nadine.

My Nadine.

What. The. Fuck?

Chapter Thirty-Seven

NADINE

I knowwhen the man beside us notices me. I can feel his eyes on me. It makes my skin feel hot and itchy, not in any kind of good way at all, either. In fact, it makes me feel nauseous. I want to run away. My flight instincts are very strong with him, and I’m starting to think that this was a bad idea… a really bad one.

“He’s watching you,” Lola says, just loud enough for me to hear, and I hope that her voice doesn’t carry over to him.

“I know,” I hiss. “I don’t know what to do.”

She laughs softly, nudging my hip with hers. I am thrown slightly off-kilter but not enough that I stumble. However, my eyes widen as I look at her. She continues to smile, her lips curved up with a devilish glint to them, which is scary as hell.

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