Page 57 of Tarnished Tyrant (Zhukova Bratva 1)

He looks at Elise and shrugs.

“What the hell kind of answer is that?” I ask. “Do you know her or not?”

“I know her, but I just met her. She showed up here.”

“How did she get in?”

He shrugs again, and I’ve never wanted to deck someone more in my life. But that would be counterproductive.

For now.

I smile pleasantly and lean in. “They’re sisters, did you know that? Good genes.”

“Verygood. I wouldn’t mind taking a dive in that pool, if you know what I mean.” He cackles at his own joke.

I clench my fist behind my back so he can’t see it. “I’ll buy the first round of drinks and you can get the second.”

“Not necessary, man,” he says, wagging his brows at me. “The younger one is already plowed. She’s a lightweight.”

“That saves you some money, then.”

“And time,” he chuckles. “If you know what I mean.”

I taste blood from clamping down so hard on my tongue. Everyone knows what this fucker means.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” I say.

Then I turn back to Belle and Elise. In the minute I’ve been gone, Elise has lost even more coherence. Belle is practically holding her upright.

“She’s on something,” Belle cries, tears burning in her eyes. “I have to get her out of here.”

I nod. “Meet me out front. Stand by the bouncer until I get there.”

Belle looks like she wants to argue, but Elise is going to collapse soon. She knows she’s running out of time. So she wraps both arms around her sister and starts escorting her toward the doors. I head back to Zach.

“They’re going to meet us in a private room,” I tell him. “Come with me.”

His eyes widen. “This place has private rooms?”

I nod and wave for him to follow me.

I follow the path Belle made through the crowd until we’re halfway across the club, then I take a sharp left towards a dark hallway. I don’t need to turn around to make sure Zach is following me. I know he is. He sets traps for unsuspecting teenagers, but he doesn’t have the sense to know when one is being set for him.

I duck into the hallway and turn left, clearing the opening. And the moment Zach appears there, I grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him into the darkness with me.

“What the fuck?” he screams, wrapping his hands around my wrists. “Whoa, man. What the hell is—”

I slam him against the wall, knocking the wind out of him.

“You think it’s cool to give fourteen-year-olds drugs, asshole?”

“Fourteen? What? I didn’t know she was—”

I stun him with a right hook to his jaw. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

It’s dark, but I can see light reflecting off the growing pool of tears in his eyes. “I’m not lying. I didn’t know—”

“You came into my hotel,” I say, hitting him a second time. “And targeted an underage guest.” I hit him again. “And drugged her.”

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