Page 108 of Only for Love

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Emma

Before I can say no and try to explain to both men that there’s nothing to see here, Gray sets me to the side. We quickly right our clothes, and a second later, the door slams open. Bruno stands there, glaring and assessing.

Grayson folds his arms over his chest. “Got a problem?”

“Know anything about my camera?” Bruno’s thick accent rolls off his tongue.

Gray’s body language shifts, and he acts as though he couldn’t care less about doing a stripper. “Not a fan of an audience.”

“Not your decision.”

I step forward. “Come on, Bruno. You know Ijustdance.”

Bruno’s eyes narrow, assessing Grayson, then me. “Finish up.”

“We’re good,” Grayson offers. He turns to me, angling away from Bruno, an odd expression playing on his face. I can’t figure out what he’s thinking. My mind’s still climax-clouded, and I’m suddenly shaking, not wanting to be alone with Bruno.

“Thanks for the dance.” He doesn’t kiss me but does brush the hair away from my ear, lean close, and whisper, “Back to work. I’ll get eyes on you—no worries.”

Then he walks away without another word, brushing past Bruno and leaving me uncomfortable under my boss’s intense study.

Bruno cracks his knuckles, making the process last forever, and then shoves them back into his pockets. “We need to talk about what you saw.”

“I didn’t really see anything, and I’m still sick. So, I’ll just—”

He shakes his head and opens the door to let in one of the security guys I rarely see. It’s a very cramped space, and I take a step back, but his hand lands on me. My feet don’t move, yet we’re all still moving through the door together as they drag me out.

“Hey, guys.” I struggle in his hold. “Let me go.”

There’s no response, but we’re moving away from Emerald’s open floor and toward a set of back stairs that only Bruno and his muscle use.Shit. Shoot. Shit.Bruno is going to… I don’t know what, but it’s very bad.

“Think the girl said to let go, asshole,” Grayson’s voice booms from behind me.

Thank you!I turn toward him, elbowing the guy on my arm. He shakes me, and the twist on Grayson’s face says he’s about to kill everyone here.

“Not your girl to worry over.” Security lifts me and turns.

A gut-twisting roar comes from behind me, and I’m flung to the side as Grayson rips between Muscles and me. I skitter back, then I spin to leave but slam into a solid wall of man. Dread washes over me. When I look up, I see it’s not one of Bruno’s Rasta security guys. He picks me upand handsme to another—equally big—guy.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” he says casually. He sounds so out of place, especially with his Australian accent, that I have no idea what is happening. I’m in his arms after being passed away from Bruno, and I still feel out of control but not about to die.

The Australian guy nods to someone. “Let’s go.”

I turn for Grayson, but he’s squared off with Bruno and security. What other choice do I—?

“Put. Her. Down,” a voice bellows from behind me.

Oh, God.That sounds way too much like my brother. My stomach bottoms out. I roll myself into a ball against the unknown Australian guy. None of this makes sense except—oh shit—I remember that I pulled the emergency lever and told Cherry to get Ryan to get me out of here. I pop my head up, praying that my ears are tricking me.Oh. Shit. Shoot. Shit.Ryan’s out of uniform, with his badge clipped to his jeans and twoverylarge guns strapped to his side.

“Put her down, so help me—” His hand is on his holstered gun. “Emma, come here!”

The Aussie blond looks down. “You know him?”

“My brother.”

The look on his face saysOh, shit, but he tells me, “Alright then.”

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