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What the fuck is his problem? I shove at him, but he’s got the leverage. He barely moves. He doesn’t seem to care about the lack of privacy either. This alcove doesn’t have a door. We’re not enclosed—anyone could see us.

“Who. Made. You. Hard?” He leans in and nips at my lower lip. Bites it.

Pain and pleasure. A terrible, heady combination.

A drop of blood spreads across the tip of my tongue.

“Should my next question be, who can make you come?” There’s a challenge there.

He squeezes, and I grunt. He’s serious.

“You,” I finally spit out. “You made me hard.”

“Good boy.”

Fucking hell.

He smirks. “Like that?”

“No.”

“Liar,” he whispers.

He finally releases me and adjusts his pants. “Baby steps. That was just a taste of what I want to do to you.”

I swallow and rake my fingers through my hair. I don’t know if I candomuch more—I’m not convinced I want to. My dick, however, is fully on board with more touching. Which is not great.

And worse, the guilt that usually comes with attraction?

Totally absent.

“Now,” Kade says. “Things are about to get messy. But remember what I said?”

“Hold on to the feeling,” I repeat. “What do you mean bymessy?—”

He winces. “This might’ve been a little distraction.”

“What?” I shove past him.

This time, he moves aside. I burst into the hallway and take the stairs down, to the first landing that gives me a view of the club.

The empty club.

The music still thunders, the colorful lights swinging across the floor and walls, but the whole place seems to have been evacuated.

The DJ is gone, even.

But as I watch, people enter.

They’re forced in by armed men with bandanas hiding the lower half of their faces. People I recognize, some I don’t.

Nadine Bradshaw, who holds a seat on the city council, and her brother. More city council members, people from the sheriff’s office. Deputies in uniform, secretaries, detectives in plain clothes.

It’s hard not to get to know all of them in Sterling Falls. It’s such a small town.

Antonio and the two club bouncers are brought in from another door. Sam, the manager, and the head chef who runs the kitchens.

Fighters at Olympus—the regulars I can recognize from years of studying my opponents. Hercules, Minos.

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