Page 22 of Provocation
He inclines his head at Daisy who gives him an awkward wave. He clearly wants to ask about her. His expression is brimming with questions, but he gives the club a sweeping wave of his large arm instead. ‘Just cleared everyone out.’
‘Yeah, we saw them all on the way in.’
‘Take her downstairs,’ I say to Mav, and Dom’s eyes burn brighter, curiosity and something I don’t like in their depths.
He thinks I mean the Dark Lounge.
He’s going to be disappointed.
I pull out my phone.
Tell your giant brother to stop perving on our girl or I’ll him.
I watch Mav, who’s showing Daisy the way downstairs, look at his phone and stop. He turns around.
‘Dom, stop perving on our girl or you’re getting fired.’
I give him a long-suffering look. ‘Asshole,’ I mutter.
The usually unflappable Dom is looking like a deer in the headlights, his eyes darting around between us. ‘Your girl?Allof your girl?’
‘That’s right,’ Blake practically snarls. ‘You got a problem?’
Dom’s hands are in front of him. ‘No problem whatsoever,’ he says, looking like he’s fighting a smile. ‘Lady’s prerogative.’
‘Any more talk of raids?’ I ask him, changing the subject.
‘Not since the last one that I’ve heard,’ Dom replies, his game face back on. He turns and calls over to the girl who’s still clearing up behind the bar. ‘Sandy, you hear any chatter tonight?’
The blond shakes her head. ‘Nada. Didn’t see any plain-clothes trying to get in either.’
He shrugs. ‘Maybe they’re giving up for now?’
‘Does that sound like Detective Black to you?’ Blake asks, swiping an unopened beer off the bar and twisting the cap off. ‘That sonofabitch has been a thorn in our sides since we bought this place.’
Dom lets out a sigh. ‘I can’t say it sounds like Black to just up and quit, no.’
‘He’s waiting for us to get comfortable again. Make sure the tunnel is sandbagged. I want Daisy to be able to get out that way without wading through shit if she’s here when it happens.’
‘Why would she be?’ Dom’s brow creases. ‘Does she…work here now?’
‘Sort of,’ Blake mutters.
‘She’s our chemist.’
Dom’s eyes narrow ever so slightly at us as his big-brother protective tendencies rise. ‘I thought Mav was your chemist.’
‘They’re co-workers,’ Blake says and meanders away toward the door that leads downstairs.
‘Is she… Did Mav just take her to the lab? The secret hidden lab that only the four of us even know about?’
‘Five now,’ I say.
‘What if she tells her dad?’
‘Well,’ I start following Blake, forcing Dom to walk with me if he wants to continue our conversation, ‘her dad has been dead for well over a decade, so I don’t think he’s gonna care, man.’
‘You know who I mean,’ he hisses. ‘How do you know you can trust her?’
