Page 19 of Blind Justice

“What is this place?” Enzo glanced at the other vehicles already there.

“Think of it as the last place on Earth where Raul would search for you.” Duncan got out. “Come on, let’s head inside.” He guided them to the elevator, and when they were within the car, he pressed the button for the apartment level of the club.

“I need you to sign a few things for me as well.”

“What do you mean?” Enzo kept Bella tucked into his side while Omar stood sentinel behind the three of them.

“It’s better to talk about in the apartment.” The elevator dinged, and Duncan stepped out. His apartment was small compared to the one he shared with Thomas, and it had bachelor written all over it. He stopped in front of his place and inserted his key into the lock. It’d been months since he’d been there. Probably should’ve taken the time to air out the place the night before. “Welcome to my home away from home.”

Duncan stepped inside and flipped the light on. It wasn’t much, but it was manageable. It was clean too, surprising him. Another thing he probably owed Trixie for. “As you can see, there’s a kitchenette, living room/bedroom, and bathroom. This space isn’t made for comfort, but it’s a place to sleep.” He choked on the words, knowing full well he hadn’t slept a wink there on several nights. He raised hell in that room. When he needed privacy with a shy sub, he brought them there and coaxed the wildness out of them.

“Awfully close quarters, don’t you think?” Enzo’s gaze landed on the king-size bed a short distance from the living room. Trixie allowed them to decorate how they wanted, and the first thing Duncan had added to the room was a privacy wall. When the lights were off in the space, the windowpanes on the wall were opaque, but when a lamp came on, they frosted over, giving the area a sense of seclusion.

“The couch pulls out into a queen-sized bed, and I’ll be sleeping there or Omar will, depending on our schedules.” He pointed to the only door in the place. “Bathroom and shower are through there. Towels and soaps should be in the cabinet inside the space. Also, you can put your clothes and such in here.” He crossed to the other side of the room. “Each panel door has different things you may need. Blankets, sheets, pillows. Do not touch the last door. It’s my personal space and items.” He then gestured to the kitchenette. “The fridge isn’t stocked yet, and as small as it is, it’s best for drinks or the ingredients for one meal. I don’t mind takeout, so I can pick it up on the way.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the NDAs for the club and the rules. He knew Trixie would break down the basics for him so he didn’t have to answer too many questions, and they wouldn’t try to sneak a peek of where they were. “On the table, you’ll find the NDAs. Please sign and initial them.”

“Why all the secretiveness?” Bella whispered. “I get we’re here to stay protected, but NDAs?”

“Let’s just say the owner is a stickler for privacy. The people who live here all have different jobs and all kinds of lifestyles, so she doesn’t want people talking about what they might see or hear outside of this building.”

“Makes sense.” Enzo went to the table first and grabbed one of the papers. “Do you need my social security number for real? You run that shit and my record is going to come up.”

Fear lurked in Enzo’s brown eyes. It would be so easy to reassure him all was fine. “Them’s the breaks.” Duncan shrugged.

“Won’t it put me on the public radar or some equally bullshit police thing? Isn’t Raul using that shit to find all of us?”

Bella gasped.

“First, you’re freaking out Bella. Second, you’re safe here. I told you before we left, this place is secure. Plus, you have meathead over here.” He hitched his thumb in Omar’s direction.

“Crazy weto.” Enzo shook his head as he signed the form. “Come on, hermosa, sign yours.”

“Why do they need an NDA from us?” Omar muttered so Enzo and Bella couldn’t hear while he also signed the forms.

“I’ll explain in Trixie’s office.” Duncan grabbed the completed forms and motioned for him to follow. “We’ll be back in about thirty minutes or so. In the meantime, kick back, watch some TV, or get some rest. It’s up to you.”

He closed the door behind him and strolled to the elevator. “There are other ways of getting to the main floors of the club, however you’re not allowed there, and neither is Enzo or Bella.” Duncan wanted to add, for now, nevertheless he kept the tidbit to himself. “This elevator will bring you to the apartment levels or the lobby.” When the doors slid open, he stepped inside and pushed the L-button when Omar joined him.

“I’m still not sure I follow,” Omar said. “You keep saying club, but I don’t hear any music, and I haven’t seen anyone since we stepped foot into the building.”

Duncan smirked. “You’re not supposed to. That’s the point of the elevator.” When they arrived at the lobby, a few of the club members were entering the main floor. The hum of music and energy zinged through Duncan’s blood. He should be in there. Playing in there. Having his dick sucked in there. God, all he needed was a chance to come down some willing sub’s throat and release some of his built-up tension.

“Ah, Duncan,” Paul said in greeting. “Mis—Trixie is waiting for you in her office.”

Alas, his work was never done, and the only person he seemed to be able to keep a hard-on for was upstairs with his sister, watching TV. “Thank you, Paul.” He started for Trixie’s office. “Come on, Omar. Her office is this way.”

The guy had a curious look on his face as he spied another group of club members entering the main area. He didn’t seem like the type to enjoy the lifestyle. He was a bit too straitlaced and militant for all that. Maybe it was why he didn’t like the guy. Omar was too uptight—too much like the grunts his da bossed around.

Duncan knocked on the office door before stepping inside. There Trixie sat in one of her fitted gowns, this time sparkling from head to toe in a crystal sequence. The royal blue frock brought out her blonde hair and gorgeous eyes.

“There you are. I thought you’d gotten lost.” Trixie stood then glided across the room for an air kiss on the cheek. “Everyone set—who is this hunk of a man?” She held her hand out to Omar.

“Omar Pershing, ma’am.” He gripped her hand for a quick shake then stood at parade rest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Mmm, interesting.” Trixie took her seat.

Out of the corner of Duncan’s eye, he caught the guy staring at the sway of Trixie’s ass. Well, it was good to know he at least had some interest.

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