Page 14 of Indulge
“Nah. Twenty-seven. But she sure as hell behaves like she’s eighteen.”
He shrugs. “Maybe she’s avoiding real life. You don’t know.”
I grunt. We’re at the gates now, flanked by armed guards trying too hard to blend in.
“We’re here under orders of Theo King,” I announce. “I’m Reggie. This is Drago.”
The guard nods and pulls the gates open. “Don’t cause any trouble here.”
I hold up both hands with a grin. “What makes you say that?”
He stares me down. “We know who you are.”
Drago’s gaze flicks between us. “And me? You got a problem with me?”
“We have an issue with anyone new.”
“Noted.” Drago’s tone is flat steel. “We’ll be in and out.”
“Try and make it quiet.”
I nod, and we head for the main doors.
The second they open, the bass slams into me, pounding in my ears. The place is packed wall-to-wall. Bodies everywhere. Sweat, perfume, smoke. A blur of flashing lights and too-loud laughter.
“You wanna take upstairs, I’ll take down?” Drago suggests.
I scan the crowd, alert. We’re not on home turf. No room for mistakes. “We stay together. Ask around.”
We head into the kitchen. One guy’s laughing too hard, clutching a beer. The counter’s lined with coke.
“I’m looking for Bella King. You seen her?” I ask.
He swigs his beer, dismissive. “Nope.”
He’s lying.
I brush my hand across the counter, sending the lines of coke scattering onto the floor. Fuck, this brings back memories of my parents and their stupid fucking house parties.
“What the fuck?” he snaps, lurching upright.
But then he has to look up. At me. And he realizes his mistake.
“I’m not here to cause a scene. Where is she?” My tone is sharp, no room for games.
His gaze cuts to Drago, who looks equally lethal. He grits his teeth. “Upstairs.”
“With?” I press.
“I don’t know… some blonde girl.”
“Thanks.”
Theo sent me a picture of Bella earlier, and fuck me my heart pounded and my cock twitched. She’s a goddess. Like she’s been ripped straight from my fantasies and created just for me. The dark hair. The big eyes. Fuck.
I grab Drago’s arm and lean in. “You stay at the bottom. I’ll take upstairs.”
I shove my way through the crowd, jogging up the stairs. Nerves and anger collide in my gut. This is how I meet my fiancée? In a goddamn home rave in London?
