Page 22 of The Chief
As I went to follow her from the locker room, I saw Megs and Kate staring at the door where Molly had disappeared.
“Boss?” Kate started, but I waved her question away. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to answer anything about Molly right now.
Shoving open the door, I stalked into the hallway to find Molly waiting for me. The hem of the silky fabric hit the top of her slender thighs. But as far as modesty went, she had more than some of the other girls who worked the floor.
She shot me a petulant look. “How do I get out of here?”
I gestured to the door at the end of the hallway with the jerk of my chin.
She walked ahead of me, yanking on the door handle, but was unable to open it. With a look of fury in her eyes, she turned back to me, crossing her arms in annoyance. “Why is this locked?”
“To stop people from getting out who shouldn’t be roaming around the club unchecked.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I already agreed to speak to Finnan. You don’t need to keep such close tabs on me.”
“Yes, but you’ve already proven to be more than capable of escaping me.”
Triumph flashed in her eyes.
At least I knew she was unarmed now. There wasn’t a place on her body she could hide a weapon. “Run and you’ll know what my wrath tastes like.”
Her gaze skittered down the front of my body, her eyes locking on the bulge behind my zipper that refused to quit. What the fuck was it about this woman? She was a pain in my ass yet…
I shook my head. Yet, nothing. She was someone to get information out of—nothing more. Once Finnan was done with her, she’d either be dead or back living her life.
She would be just another woman I’d fucked.
Exactly as it should’ve been.
Using the keypad by the door, I cupped my hand to block her view and entered my code. The door let out a small beep to indicate it was now open, and I pushed through the door. Molly followed close behind, the heat of her body tugging against mine. The front of my clothes were still damp from when I’d stupidly pressed against her. Her goddamn attitude drove me insane. Watching as she’d washed herself, her eyes locked on mine, had been a fucking lesson in self-control.
A lesson I’d sadly lost.
All the women who worked at Velvet flashed smiles my way as I walked through the club, while the patrons flicked me looks of concern. It wasn’t like the clan came down here all that often, but when we did, we caught some attention. I was busy cataloging everyone’s face that I almost didn’t notice the blur of black that streaked past me. My eyes fixed on the receding woman with raven-dark hair and I swore.
Jynx was running. Again.
“Little John,” I yelled, but the big security guard was already nodding.
As she went to run past him, Little John’s meaty fist shot out and grabbed her by the upper arm. I didn’t think Jynx would go down without a fight, and she certainly didn’t disappoint. She thrashed against his hold, jerking her legs out as she attempted to kick him in the balls. Little John simply spun her around and caged her against his body, banding a beefy arm around herchest. Her legs were still free, and she used that advantage by kicking and writhing against his body. But with each movement, her slip rucked up higher until her bare pussy was on display.
A man near the bar bellowed out, “Is this a rape fantasy? Because I would pay double for that shit.”
I turned on him with a glare, jabbing my finger in his direction. “You’re fucking gone.”
Liam, another of Velvet’s bouncers, stalked in his direction, before fisting the back of his T-shirt and using it to drag the mouthy bastard off the stool.
Rape wasn’t something to joke about here.
“This is bullshit!” he yelled, losing his footing as he was pulled off-balance.
Leaving the cocksucker to Liam, I turned my attention back to the biggest problem in my life right now. Molly was screaming for help now, telling anyone who would listen that she was being held against her will. Everyone would ignore her, but on the off chance there was someone new in here who didn’t know how things went, shit could go sideways pretty quickly.
“Shut her up,” I barked at him.
Little John nodded and moved his free hand to her neck. With practiced movements, he pinched her vagus nerve between her carotid and jugular veins, causing her to go limp in his arms, then looked at me.
“Where do you want her, Chief?” he asked.
