Page 25 of Hook

Her eyes light up as she moves toward me. “Shall we go somewhere private?”

I lean toward her ear. “Lead the way.”

The woman, whose name I still don’t fucking remember, takes me out back and into the main office. I shut the door behind us and move toward her, pressing my lips to hers.

Instantly, all I can think about is Gwendolyne fucking Tesoro. Her flushed cheeks and angelic fucking face are right there in my mind as my tongue thrusts into this woman’s mouth. Feral need overcomes me as I lift her and place her on the desk, peppering kisses over her neck. “Fuck, Gwen, you are so delicious.”

The woman before me stiffens. “Who’s Gwen?”

Fuck.

I pull back and run a hand across the back of my neck. “I’m going to be honest. I don’t remember your name.”

Her eyes flash with fury. “Are you fucking serious? We’ve been sleeping together for weeks.”

I clench my jaw. She’s insane if she thought I was only fucking her. “Have we? I wouldn’t know I fuck so many of the staff.”

She slaps me, and I grab her wrist. “Careful, little girl,” I warn, glaring at her. “It’s not a good idea to prod a crocodile. You might lose something.”

Her expression turns from rage to fear in an instance. “Fine, let me go,” she mutters, looking at the floor. “I’ve got work to do.”

“Yes you do, but not here.”

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“You’re fired. Do you think I’d keep paying your paycheck when you assaulted me?”

Her nostrils flare and I can tell she wants to bite back, but instead she nods and marches out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

I bend over the desk with my hands braced on the surface and shut my eyes, trying to calm the storm brewing within me. Fucking Gwendolyne Tesoro is cramping my style already.

She’s all I can think about since I kidnapped her. The rage within heightens and I growl, swiping my hands across the desk and knocking documents onto the floor.

I glance at the floor and pause when I see a ledger on the top, a few key items circled in red. Bending, I pick it up.

What the fuck is this?

My heart races as I scan the paper, my eyes widening in shock. It’s proof that someone in my organization is leaking details to my enemy. As in the past three months, all the circled shipments have been stolen.

As if I don’t have enough on my plate right now, I need to work out who is fucking me over.

Smyth is surely too stupid, and yet I wouldn’t put it past him. It means I’ll have to investigate this myself without help from anyone if I want to ensure I catch the rat.

Who ever it is can’t be smart, leaving this in here where anyone could find. Granted, I rarely come back here. The question is, who does?

I fold the ledger and place it in my pocket, walking out of the office. I need to find out who is responsible and put a stop to it. And when I find the rat, I’ll make him squeal as I subject him to the worst torture imaginable.

As I walk back to our table, Smyth gives me an odd look. “Why did Kirsty run out of the office crying and leave during her shift?”

“Kirsty.I thought that was her name.” I run a hand through my hair. “She slapped me and I fired her.”

Smyth shakes his head. “When are you going to listen and stop fucking the staff?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” I snap, feeling on edge as that ledger feels like it’s burning a hole in my pocket. Someone potentially in this club right now is a traitor.

“I apologize, I’m merely stating—”

“Don’t,” I say simply, grabbing my scotch and taking a long gulp. “I have no intention of continuing to fuck the staff, as I’m getting married.”

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