Page 28 of Ignite

Ellie finished her dance and made the rounds for her tips. Men stuffed cash in her thong as she squatted and shook her bare ass in their faces. One reached for a pasty, and she deftly moved out of the way as she giggled and shook her finger at him in a naughty-boy gesture. Nadja was up next, but before she brandished her signature Dom whip routine, there was a major commotion at the front.

“Get out of my fuckin’ way, asshole! I know that piece of shit is here!”

Fuck no.Wolf spotted the woman shoving and slapping at Camshaft, and his stomach flipped over.What the hell is Liz doing here?

He fired off a text to Jazz and pushed through the crowd, not caring if he knocked a few of them over as he hurried to get to the fighting woman. She clawed at Cam’s face and broke free.

“Let go of me, fuckwad. I wanna know where my gawddamn husband is hiding. Where the fuck is he?”

Wolf spoke in the commanding voice he used to have for new recruits. “What the fuck, Liz?”

“Wolf?” She stopped her tirade for a brief moment, looking up at him in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here? Does Jazzy know you go to titty bars?” Then her face twisted into absolute rage. “Ya know, I don’t fuckin’ care. You can take your sorry ass and go piss up a fuckin’ rope. Where the fuck is Leo?”

Wolf blocked her way as she pushed and fought him. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. You need to calm the fuck down and go outside.”

That set her off like a nuclear bomb. “Calm down? Kiss my fuckin’ ass! Fuck you and your fuckin’… fuckin’…,” she spluttered, out of words.

Wolf took the opportunity to herd her toward the door. “Outside, Liz.”

“No!”

Wolf clamped down on his temper and ground his teeth. Obviously, she was worked up enough that reasoning was not going to cut it. He could simply bear-hug the woman and bodily carry her from the place, but how would Jazz feel about him manhandling her sister? The entirety of the club was focused on the drama there at the front, and it wouldn’t be long before Scrap came down from his throne and tossed Liz out on her ass. Literally. The man didn’t give a shit if it was a woman making trouble. He was an equal opportunity asshole to everyone.

Liz screeched again. “Leo! You son of a bitch, I know you’re here!”

Fuck it,Wolf thought as he wrapped his arms around the woman and lifted her off her feet. One of her flailing legs caught his shin, and he grunted in pain. “Stop fighting me and this will go a lot easier.”

She cussed him out as he hauled the struggling woman outside. She made contact twice more before he made it to the street. Camshaft blocked the entrance, and Wolf set Liz on her feet. She shoved at him, trying to get back into the building. “Get the fuck outta my way! I’m going in there!”

“No, you’re not.” He blocked her over and over when she tried to linebacker her way past him. Minutes passed, and Wolf had to admit the woman’s stamina was impressive. She was not going to give up without a fight, and one of them would have to back down eventually. He hoped it wouldn’t be him.

“What’s going on?”

Oh thank God,Wolf thought as Jazz arrived. “Your sister’s not happy. Says her husband, some guy named Leo, is in the club. She was out of control in there, and I had to make her leave.”

“Leo is in there right now!” Liz yelled. Her red face was contorted with anger as she pointed at the club entrance.

“Liz, calm down,” Jazz started, but then she was cut off much like Wolf had been.

“Don’t you tell me what to do! My husband is here cheating on me with some stripper!”

“I thought you two were separated. Weren’t you talking about some guy you met at the grocers?”

Liz ignored that sentence. “He’s still my husband, dammit!”

Wolf blocked another rushing-the-door attempt. “Look, you can’t go in there and make a scene. What does he look like?”

Liz huffed and jerked her phone impatiently from her pocket. She scrolled through the pictures until she found what she wanted and thrust the screen into Wolf’s face. “Here he is. Leo the lyin’ asshole.”

Shit.Wolf glanced back at Camshaft and held up two fingers. His jaw tightened even more, and he wondered if his teeth would crack under the pressure. His friend raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips in a silent whistle. This was not going to be good.

“You know where he is, don’t you?” Liz accused. Her hair was a ratty tangle from the fight to get her out of the club and her wild charges to get back in.

Jazz tried again. “There’s a coffee shop not far away. Why don’t we go there and wait while Wolf and his friend go look for Leo?”

“Fuck that! I’m not movin’ until that jagoff comes out!”

“Come on, Liz, be reasonable.”

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