Page 70 of Nest of Thieves
“What if I wanted to stay for the show?” I ask as soon as we’re outside. The harsh yellow glow from the streetlight spills across their faces. The three of them stare at me.
“If you want to go to a strip club, we can take you to a better one.” Lark glances at his phone.
“This one seemed nice.” We aren’t on the main drag; those clubs are for tourists. While there would still be dealers there, there would also be more eyes and a higher chance of being caught.
Lark lifts his gaze to meet mine, a lock of black hair falling across his face. “You’re in Atlantic City, Jo. There are better clubs. Do you want to go to one?” He pushes the hair back.
I do, but not right now. Maybe not with them. The thought of other naked women around them makes me twitchy.
“Maybe another time. I’ll see you guys at home.” Damien Chadworth’s card is burning a hole in my purse. I haven’t had a chance to call the number. Spinning on my heel, I start to strut away, but Vette appears at my side, pressing a gun into the small of my back.
“Where you going, mami?”
I narrow my eyes and turn my head in his direction. “None of your business, Vette.”
He places his palm over my lower stomach, his large fingers spreading across my torso, claiming me in front of everyone walking by. The thrill of being possessed sends shivers racing down my spine.
“You’re in my car. What you do in it is my business.” He runs the barrel of the gun up my spine, stopping at the middle of my back and dragging it back down. “Give me my keys.” His voice is low but demanding.
Have I mentioned I despise these alphas?
I don’t want to get in a fight, so I relent, grinding my teeth together as I open my purse and pass him the keys. “Put your gun away.”
“Scared?”
“Pissed and ready to maim.” I palm Mac’s knife and move my hand back, pressing it as close to Vette’s kidney as I can get in this awkward position. “You threaten me again, and I’ll slice your gut open and dance in your blood.”
His dark chuckle is unexpected. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Try me.” I glare at him, digging the tip of the blade into his shirt.
“If you two are done flirting, it’s time to go home.” Vette and I both look at Lark. “Cameras. I’d like to take care of them before Ricky gets stupid and calls the cops.”
“You really think he’d call them?” Mac asks, eyeing Vette’s hand on my lower stomach with interest. I thought for sure he’d be jealous, but then again, these guys are pack. Most omegas are shared between a small group of alphas. They’ve been conditioned to share their mate.
“No, but I’m not taking the chance.” Lark gestures between me and Vette. “Are you two good, or are you determined to kill one another?”
Vette removes the gun. “No one is dying tonight.”
“Says who?” I spin and grab his throat, mimicking how he held Ricky only minutes ago. “It would be so easy.”
His eyes spark with challenge and Mac releases a dramatic sigh. “Is that my knife?”
I glance at him. “It’s mine now.”
Mac grins and runs his hand over the back of his neck. There’s a raven skull with a dagger sticking out of the top of it tattooed on the underside of his arm. I haven’t had enough time to admire his or Vette’s ink. Lark doesn’t have any tattoos, but he’s still obnoxiously attractive. Vette uses my momentary distraction to disarm me, snatching the knife from my hand and flipping it over, gripping the tip of it and offering it to me. “Let’s go home.”
“Your house is not my home,” I growl, taking the knife and shoving it back into my purse.
“That’s not what you said earlier,” he says.
“You know what I mean.” I step away and shake my head. “Why aren’t you threatening to kill me? Why haven’t you killed me?” I flick my eyes to meet each of theirs.
“Perhaps we’re intrigued,” Mac muses, rubbing his jaw.
“Intrigued,” I parrot, lifting an eyebrow. “I drugged you.”
Lark grunts. “That was rude.”
