Page 56 of Dark Obsession
"Hey, baby." I reached for Jenna and pulled her in for a long kiss. "I wasn't sure you were coming."
"I'm not. Yet." She gave me a cute smile. "I do need to talk to you."
I glanced up at the long line outside of the club and back down at my girl. "You didn't wait in that line, did you?"
"Yes. I'm a law-abiding citizen. Of course, I did."
"Jenna. I work here. Just come to the front next time." I brushed my fingers through the side of her hair and let my eyes run across her as my cock woke up. "Fuck, you look good. I want you."
"Good. You can have me later tonight." She glanced around. "I seriously do want to talk if you get a minute."
"Can it wait until I get off?" I licked the side of my mouth and went in for another kiss. What the fuck was it with this girl? She owned me completely.
"No. I'm going to find something tonight, and I need you to know where I am." She glanced around. "In case something happens."
I slid my hand down to her neck and gripped the side tightly, forcing her to look at me. "What are you talking about? This is New York City, baby. Shit happens all the time. What are you up to?"
Nervousness tore through me. It had to be related to Darek.
"Find me when you can." She leaned in and kissed me softly before pulling out of my hold and walking to the bar.
It took me a few minutes to find someone that could replace me at the front of the club, but the second I did, I walked over to the bar and took the stool beside her.
"Talk to me. What are you up to?"
She took a sip of her beer before turning and studying me. "I lost my brother last weekend. A week ago tomorrow." Her eyes filled with tears and my heart almost stopped.
Fuck. Did I really expect this bullshit to pass over without something becoming of it? I didn't have siblings, but if someone messed with Mikey, I sure as hell wouldn't let it go.
"What? Why didn't you tell me that?" I reached out and ran my hand over the top of her shoulders. "What happened?"
I was such a fucker.
"He was murdered." She lifted the bottle to her lips and drank deeply.
"Then we need to go to the cops, Jenna. What are you waiting on?"
"My father is the district attorney for the state of New York. The cops know. I promise. They're looking, but whoever killed him made it look like a suicide."
"Tell me what happened." I brushed my hand down the back of her head as sickness swelled deep inside of me.
"He took something and his heart stopped. He pissed and shit himself before he seized out on the floor. Whatever he took was toxic."
"I'm not trying to be a dick here, but that sounds like a suicide."
"Yeah, I know." She finished the beer and turned to face me. "I'm going over to his place tonight. My sister told me that his widow is out on a date, so there's no one there. If I’m being honest, I’m appalled that she’s on a date already.Sick whore. He just died. We just buried him.”
“I don’t like it, Jenna.”
“Sorry.” She shrugged, which pissed me off. “If you get off and I don't answer my phone, can you please send my father a note and tell him that I'm at Darek's place and that I'm not answering my phone?"
"No. I can't." I stood up and moved to hover over the top of her. "You're not going over there. If someone killed your brother, then what the fuck would stop them from killing you?"
"You?" She smiled up at me and stood up, pressing herself to the front of me. "I'm not asking your permission, Nate. I'm going over there."
"No, you're not." I grabbed her arm and held her in place. "And maybe you're overreacting. What evidence do you have that someone shoved a pill down your brother's throat."
She flinched. "He wouldn't take drugs."
