Page 36 of Mayhem

“I saw Nate. I’m going to follow him. Are you going to be okay in here for a couple minutes?”

She leans in close to yell in my ear. “I’ll go to our spot and wait. Don’t be long or I’ll come looking for you.”

I nod, slipping off the way I saw Nate go.

I hate leaving Hailee by herself, but I don’t know what I’m walking in on and I don’t want to put her in the middle of it.

Finding the door in the hall, I slip behind it quickly. Once the door is shut, the sound is muted. Keeping my eyes peeled, I creep down the hall.

Once at the end, I can make out a voice.

I smile when I recognize it as Chase’s.

“Is it all set?”

“He will be here in a couple of minutes. We have the side door prepped and ready,” Nate responds.

“Good. We need this meeting to go well, otherwise it may be a full-on turf war.”

I step through the open door, feeling a rush when I see the look of surprise on Chase’s face.

Gotcha, asshole.

“What is she doing here? Get her out of here now. Hurry the fuck up,” he growls.

“I’m not going anywhere. What the fuck is going on?” I demand.

Nate comes over to grab my arm, pulling me toward the door.

“You need to leave. What the hell were you thinking?” Nate hisses.

His phone pings, and the color drains from his face.

“Son of a bitch!” Instead of pulling me from the room, he moves me closer to Chase. “It’s too late. He’s on his way in. He will see her.”

“You are a troublemaker,” Chase grumbles, grabbing my arm to pull me closer to him. “I need you to keep your goddamn mouth shut. Keep that sass locked away. Got it?”

“You can’t keep this sass locked up.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed one of these days. Where the fuck is your bra?”

I glance down and see my nipples peeking through my top. Before I can respond, a man is being led into the room.

Chase pulls me down into his lap, wrapping his arm around my hip as he rests his hands between my legs, very close to the apex of my thighs.

“You brought entertainment for the evening. This is new.” The man’s beady eyes don’t miss inspecting a single part of my body, especially where Chase’s hand rests.

“Have a seat, Bruce.”

“Tell your little girlfriend to run along. The grown men are talking.” He waves his hand at me like I’m a pesky fly.

Chase chuckles, squeezing my thigh, reminding me to keep quiet. “You don’t run shit here. You asked for a meeting and I agreed out of respect for your father with whom I once did business with. Don’t mistake my hospitality for weakness.”

The man’s face turns red with anger. “That’s no way to talk to a friend, or are you trying to make me an enemy?”

Chase lays one hand on my hip as the other pulls something cold from beside me.

I freeze when I realize it’s a gun. He pulls it up and points it straight at the man’s head.

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