Page 7 of Blind Justice

“Now, what can I do for you gentlemen, and how do I get you to join my club?” The corner of Trixie’s mouth twitched with mischief as she peered up at Thomas.

Thomas chuckled. “I’m flattered, but I was under the assumption this conversation was about business only.”

“Pity.” Trixie frowned. “Proceed.”

Duncan cut his gaze to Thomas before giving her his full attention. “I have a situation. Well, more of a mission.”

“Don’t you always,” Trixie teased. “Sit. Sit. Sit. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“It’s not necessarily me.” Duncan explained the events as best as he could without revealing too much information. He took a seat in one of the chairs Trixie offered. “Enzo and Bella are the keys to this investigation, but I need to find them somewhere safe.”

“You want to keep them here?”

“In my apartment, yes. I’m not sure how long they’d be staying or what will happen after the fact. I also know keeping them at the club is also putting your establishment at risk.” He supposed if Trixie said no, he could ask Asher, but then the man might keep Enzo and Bella in some cell, like he had Lincoln’s guys and Dario.

“You’re his back up,” Trixie said to Thomas.

“I am. However, I also have responsibilities to my team. We’re in the middle of an op.”

Trixie held up her hand. “Say no more. I understand.”

“The point of this is to keep them alive until the trial date, whenever that might be.” Duncan crossed his arms. “Since I’m not needed there, I can be here.”

Trixie stared at Duncan then Thomas. She could deny him everything, since she had to think about her clients first and foremost. Bringing Enzo and Bella to the club could put everyone in danger, not just himself or them. If Trixie said no, he’d bring them back to Virginia Beach to R.O.O.T.’s base of operation and keep them hidden there. A cell was better than being killed.

“I can make sure someone is always here, if you requested it,” Thomas added. “I believe Scotty and AJ might find this club to their tastes on occasion as well.”

A satisfied grin tugged at Trixie’s lips. “You must be the smooth talker of the pair of you.”

“I wouldn’t go so f—”

“Good. Flattery only gets you so far,” she replied, sitting forward. The twinkle in her eyes was the only indication she enjoyed their byplay.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it flattery as much as truth.” Thomas crossed his legs and picked at the invisible lint at his knee. “I’ve been looking for a new club.”

“So, you’d bribe me, then?” She wiggled in her chair. “This is going smashingly. You gentlemen have piqued my interests.”

“Well,that didn’t go so bad.” Thomas took a sip of the Macallan whiskey the server brought him. They were tucked into the corner of the main play area, surrounded by sounds of both men and women in various stages of pleasure and pain. The first floor of the warehouse had an open layout with a bar, seating arrangements, and public play stations. On the second floor were private rooms where those who didn’t like the exhibitionist aspects of BDSM could enjoy their evening without restraint.

Duncan’s palms itched in anticipation. It had been awhile since he played and even longer since he had sex. He snorted into the foam of his Guinness and held up his finger while taking a hearty pull from his beer. “She didn’t say yes.”

“She also didn’t say no.” Thomas swirled his drink. He was correct. Mistress Trixie needed time to weigh the pros and cons of having Enzo and Bella there. In all honesty, Duncan hated waiting. He’d rather Trixie told him no on the spot than do this.

“It’s a risk.”

“True,” Thomas agreed. “The whole operation could blow up in our faces.”

No shit.Who in their right mind would want to risk themselves to heat from a cartel, let alone the Nieto Cartel? It had been a stupid idea, and after Duncan finished his drink, he’d go with plan B. He’d have to call Asher and lay it out to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Paul approaching them. Both of them stopped their conversation, not wanting the sub to report anything back to Trixie while she was ‘thinking about it.’

“Excuse me, Master Thomas.” The submissive bowed slightly. “Master Scotty and your sub AJ are on their way to join you.”

“Thank you, Paul.” Thomas’s gaze drifted around the dimly lit area as he tried to find his lovers.

“You going to play?” Thomas quirked a brow. “Let off a little steam.”

He wanted to say yes. He’d brought his leathers, and he had intended to change and perhaps work out some of the stress and tension he’d felt in his shoulders for the last couple of weeks. But no one appealed to him. No, that wasn’t necessarily true. Someone, or more specifically, two someones did catch his eye. One had fathomless brown eyes and the other had spicy whiskey hued eyes. Bella could cleave a man in two with her attitude while Enzo was more of a peacemaker. He winced mentally, chiding himself for even thinking about the siblings. Like his life wasn’t already fucked up.

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