Page 22 of Rogue Royal
They said goodbye in the usual manner, and Douglas drifted to the changing rooms, his body heavy but tight as if he’d been holding onto tension for hours without respite. Which, in a way, he had been. As he changed into his street clothes, he hoped Eddie would come out of this encounter unscathed, and Talon would stay the fuck away.
He checked his phone before leaving, surprised to see a message from Maverick.
MAVERICK: I have a proposition for you.
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Chapter 8
Patrick
Patrick grabbed hold of one of Talon’s arms while Christian took his other and wrestled him through the office door and towards the changing room. He didn’t care who saw them because Talon would be disgraced after this. It was nothing less than he deserved.
“Get your hands off me!”
Talon fought the restraints, but neither relinquished their hold. They shared a smirk, though.
Christian opened the door to the changing rooms and pushed Talon inside. Patrick added a little extra momentum, and he ended up sprawled on the floor.
“What the hell?” Talon rolled to his knees and stood, whirling around to face them. “You need to watch your step.”
Patrick pressed against the finger that was pointed at his chest as he stepped closer. He lowered his voice. “No, you do. This is the best outcome for you. I think Frederick and Douglas have been lenient with you. If I had the choice, I would’ve castrated you. You make me sick. The power of a Dominant is sacred, and you should not be allowed to take part ever again. Unfortunately, I can’t stop you, but I can make damn sure you don’t set foot in this club again.”
Talon had paled as Patrick spoke, but he still lifted his chin. “I understand.”
“Glad we had this chat.” Patrick crossed his arms over his chest. “Get your belongings.”
Talon strode over to a locker and pressed his thumb against the sensor. The lock clicked, and Patrick watched every item that Talon removed and placed in a bag. It wasn’t much. Talon slammed the locker shut and turned to face them, shouldering his bag.
Christian thumbed over his shoulder. “Let’s take a trip to Clarice.”
If anything, Talon paled further. They marched him from the changing rooms to the reception desk.
“Clarice, can you please wipe Talon’s prints from the system and ensure he’s barred from access to the premises from now on,” Christian said.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Clarice pressed several buttons before declaring it done.
“Can we double-check, please?” Patrick said. “I’m not saying you haven’t done your job, Clarice, but I’d like to be certain.”
“Of course, Your Highness. Please press your thumb to the sensor,” she asked Talon as she swung the computer screen towards them.
Talon did so, and the white words highlighted in red declared him a non-member.
“Thank you, Clarice.”
“You’re very welcome, Your Highnesses.” She glared at Talon.
“This way.” Patrick shoved at Talon’s shoulder and received a withering stare in response.
They entered the lift and back out again at the garage level. After following Talon to his car, Talon put up his middle finger and climbed in, throwing his bag onto the passenger seat.
“I’m not moving until he’s out of the garage,” Patrick stated to Christian.
“Me neither. I’m glad he’s out of here. He’s always given me the creeps, and I hated it whenever a sub agreed to do a scene with him. There wasn’t any one thing that I could put my finger on, but there was just something about him.” Christian shook his head.
“I know what you mean. I hope to god he never does it again, but I know that’s a wish that will never get granted,” Patrick said.
