Page 90 of Wild Night

A few moments later, we’re alone in his bedroom. He sets me down on my feet, his eyes silently searching mine, and while all I want to do is physically attack him to ensure that we are indeed both alive and breathing, it feels like he is holding back something.

Then he speaks.

“One of my clients was Hazzard’s brother. I didn’t know. He never told me,” he begins. “He was charged with embezzlement of a lot of fucking money. I was able to get prison time off the table, but he has to pay all that money back.”

“What are you saying?” I ask.

“The person who bombed my office, the one who drove through this building, he did so with the help of one of our own.”

My eyes narrow on him.One of our own. Except she’s not, not really. She’s one of their women. I don’t say that, though, even if I’m thinking it. I have to remember that Monty took care of me, and I was just an employee, so maybe they feel the same way, as much as I hate everything about it.

“What happens now?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “We’ll deal with it. Well, I’ll deal with it.”

“With your arm?” My heart is racing as I think about him getting hurt all over again.

Justin lifts his hand, cupping my cheek as his eyes search my own. He shakes his head once. “Nothing is going to happen to me. Now that I know who did this, now that they’re both here, we’ll get to the bottom of it. I’m not going to let anyone get away with a damn thing.”

“They wanted to kill you,” I whisper.

I expect him to deny those words, considering Hazzard is, as he said,one of theirs. But he doesn’t. Instead, he dips his chin,and his mouth touches mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, much to my dismay.

My body craves his hands everywhere. His mouth, too. I want it all, and I’m trying really hard not to take it from him right now. Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, trying to keep myself from climbing this man.

I have never wanted someone more than I do Justin. I don’t know if it’s hormones or if it’s just because I’ve fallen head over heels in love with this man. I don’t know, but I need him. And almost as if he understands that need, his tongue slides across my bottom lip, sending goose bumps over my entire body.

All thoughts of embezzlement, bombs, club girls, it all vanishes, and I’m only filled with desire. I curl my fingers around his bicep and the side of his neck so I don’t hurt his injured arm further.

“Princess, I gotta get this shit handled, all of it, before my mind can focus on what it needs to focus on,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“Your cunt.”

IVY

“Lock this door behind me. Don’t let anyone in until you hear from me.”

Her eyes find mine. I stand with my back to the door, focused on her for a moment, then give her a smile. She nods once. “I won’t open the door, Justin.”

“Just in case.”

“Just in case,” she agrees.

Opening the door, I slip out into the hallway, then close it behind me. I don’t walk away until I hear the lock flip into place. When it does, I make my way back into the bar area, the completely destroyed bar area.

Bullet appears by my side a few seconds later. “Got Posey locked down?” he asks.

“Yeah. Dakota?”

He hums before he speaks. “She is. Now let’s get down to the bottom of this shit.”

I agree. Let’s get to the fucking bottom of this shit. I am ready to put this to bed. I didn’t have time for it when it started, and now I still don’t have the time, but my patience is fucking shot to shit.

Together, we walk through the clubhouse and head back toward his office. There is a moment of silence as we approach the doorway. Standing next to the closed door is Barry Scott, bleeding from his forehead, his nose, and the corner of his mouth, with Maverick and Goose flanking him.

Wordlessly, I follow behind Bullet as we walk into his office, but he doesn’t move farther than a few steps. His body stops, and I step to the side to see what has him hesitating. That’s when I see it.

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