Page 60 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JOLIE

T he elevator doors opened to a quiet immaculately decorated floor above the Club’s main levels, and it took me all of two seconds to figure out exactly where we were.

“You brought me to the brothel ?” I whisper-yelled at Zach.

He chuckled like I was just so cute. “Relax, Princess. We have a private wing up here too.”

He held my hand tight as we wandered down the hall.

The floor was indistinguishable from a guest wing in a luxury hotel—the dark wallpaper was custom-made, embellished with gold geometric designs, and the gray carpet under our feet felt plush and new.

Small alcoves housed rococo-inspired side tables topped with vases of colorful fresh flowers, and it smelled like rich vanilla.

There were nameplates on the doors to the many suites that lined the hall, sporting names like “King,” “Vale,” and “Dmitri.” It was mostly quiet, though I caught an errant moan or the occasional banging of a headboard through the walls as we walked.

As we turned a corner, we ran into a beautiful man with shiny silver hair that fell artfully across his cheek. He wore tight leather pants and a silky floral shirt that he’d left open, showing off his sleek, toned torso.

Zach slowed to offer him a fist bump. “What’s up, Kai? ”

Kai grinned at us, eyeing our intertwined hands with interest. “Hey, Zach. Who’s your friend?”

Zach tossed his arm over my shoulder and puffed out his chest. “This is my girlfriend.”

I will not swoon in this hallway.

I held out my free hand. “Jolie Knight. Nice to meet you, Kai.”

Kai’s smile turned mischievous. “Charmed,” he purred as he took my hand, lifting it to his soft lips for a kiss.

Zach rolled his eyes and yanked my hand away. “That’s enough out of you, man.” Kai just shot me a saucy wink, then Zach asked, “Hey, has Frankie been up tonight?”

Kai shook his head, jutting his lush lower lip out in a little pout. “No, not tonight, and it’s been a while. If you see him, tell him the boys miss him.”

My eyes widened at that, and Zach snorted. “Will do. See you later, dude.”

We continued along the hall until it dead-ended into a heavy black door with a key panel set into the wall next to it.

As Zach punched in the code, I said, “So, Frankie seems… popular.”

The panel beeped and the door’s lock disengaged with a loud clang. Zach opened the door and ushered me through.

“The only people in this City who aren’t scared shitless of Frankie Fingers are the men who work in the Club. They love him. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I can’t.”

We were now in a separate wing, the suite doors in the short hallway identical to the ones we’d passed except there were no names on them. Zach stopped at the first door on the left and began to unlock it with another key code.

“Wait a minute,” I said, my brain finally catching up after overcoming the shock of getting to see the infamous Club sex wing. “Are you taking me to the room where you fuck your hookers?”

He paused, arching an eyebrow at me, and I felt it happening.

I couldn’t stop it.

My lower lip jutted out in a pout that would rival Kai’s, and I pulled my hand from his to cross my arms over my chest in an angry huff.

I wouldn’t begrudge Zach—or Noah, or Bennett—their activities here. Lord knew it was preferable to them fucking their way through our vile classmates where I would have undoubtedly had to hear about it.

But the thought of being in the same room where Zach had been… entertained , especially on our first night together? I wasn’t into it, to put it mildly.

Zach was on me in a flash, pushing me up against the wall next to the door as he caged me in with his big, tattooed arms. He buried his face in the crook of my neck before running his lips up the side of my throat, barely skimming the sensitive skin there.

“Princess,” he murmured. “I would never do that. This is my personal bedroom to crash in if I ever need to stay here. The ladies work on the floor above us, and that’s where they stay.”

I blew out a breath. I did not love this conversation, but I was the one that had started it.

“And,” Zach went on, now nibbling on my ear as he whispered softly, “I need you to know that I haven’t visited the girls upstairs in quite some time. None of us have—not since before you came back to us. I haven’t been fucking other women and then coming to your bed at night. I swear it.”

That was something I’d tried hard not to wonder about, but as that last little bit of tension released, I knew I’d needed to hear it.

I threaded my fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly, then I yanked his mouth to mine for another scorching kiss.

He growled happily, sucking on my tongue as soon as I gave it to him.

My panties were soaking, and I hummed with delicious satisfaction at the feeling of his very solid erection pressed against my hip, straining through his tight jeans.

We’d have stayed like that for an hour if my curiosity hadn’t finally overcome me.

“So,” I said against his lips. “What’s my second present?” I pulled back to give him a dubious look. “Is it your dick?”

He let out that sexy, throaty chuckle of his. “No, it’s not. Though I will absolutely give you that, too, Princess. All you have to do is ask.”

I groaned and shoved him toward the door, motioning for him to get a move on.

He finally unlocked the door, and we stepped into a spacious bedroom with dark hardwood floors, a pristine cream rug, and a huge four-poster bed.

A tall lamp in the corner illuminated the room with a soft yellow glow, and I could see through the open bathroom door that it contained a massive white-tiled shower.

Zach put a finger to his lips as he led me further into the room, but I pulled up short when I realized it was already occupied.

Lisa was sprawled across the bed, wearing only a sheer red lace bra and a tiny fucking thong. She still wore her stilettos, and she had a silky-looking blindfold draped over her eyes. One hand was attached to the headboard with a fuzzy black handcuff.

“Zach? Is that you, baby?”

Instead of answering her, he pulled me close to whisper softly into my ear, “Just trust me, baby girl. This is all for you.”

I glared at him, because what the fuck , but I kept my mouth shut and decided to let him direct this show.

“Lisa,” Zach purred, and she squeaked with excitement at the sound of his voice. “You followed my instructions so well.”

“Of course I did,” she breathed. “I’ve been waiting for you for ages , baby.”

We stood side by side at the foot of the bed, Zach’s arm wrapped around my waist while he rubbed little circles on my hip with his thumb, and we both eyed Lisa with distaste.

She trembled with excitement as she awaited the dick she’d apparently been promised.

Zach swiped what looked like the key to the handcuffs from where it lay tossed on the comforter nearby, and he shot me a sexy wink as he tucked it into his pocket.

He cooed at her, “Well, let’s not keep you waiting any longer, then. You can take the blindfold off now.”

Using her free hand, she pulled the black fabric from her eyes, and I watched with immense pleasure as her coy little smile dimmed the second she spotted me tucked neatly against Zach’s side.

“What the hell is she doing here?” Lisa screeched, sitting up with a jolt, her cuffed hand jerking with the movement.

“Oh, did I forget to mention I was bringing a date to our little meeting?” Zach asked with a smirk.

“My bad, Lisa. I believe you’ve met, but I’m not sure you’ve really comprehended who she is.

” He turned to give me an indulgent stare, hearts practically in his eyes.

“This is Jolie Knight, the fourth Heir of the Four Families of Saint Gabriel City. She’s also my girlfriend. ”

“ What? ” Lisa shrieked, yanking harder on her chained hand. “Zach, you can’t be serious!”

Zach leaned in to press a slow, tantalizing kiss to the crook of my neck, and Lisa’s perfectly contoured face flushed with rage.

I grinned at her. “Feeling a little helpless being handcuffed to an immovable object right now, Lisa?”

“I thought it was a nice touch, myself,” Zach added with a devious smile. “Though, it turns out you were never helpless even for a second, right, Princess? I never did ask you how you got out of the handcuffs.”

“Hairpin,” I replied, and his low hum of approval stroked my ego like it was a smug little kitty cat.

“Zach! Unlock me this instant!” Lisa demanded. “Are you drunk? What has gotten into you? This pretender whore has been spreading lies about your Family. You are not dating her. You don’t date anyone!”

“I do now,” he replied breezily, running his big hand lovingly up and down my side. “And it’s interesting you’re throwing the word whore around when you’re the one that shoved your panties in my pocket at the Holiday Ball. Stones and glass houses and all that.”

I coughed out a laugh before shooting her a disapproving look. “Really, Lisa? That’s some tacky shit for a girl of your… breeding .”

“Ugh, shut up , you stupid bitch,” she snapped. “Enough, Zach. Unlock me.”

“No,” he barked, and Lisa and I both snapped to attention at the change in his tone.

Now he sounded pissed .

With another quick kiss to my hair, Zach released me, then he walked over to the small wooden dresser that sat along the wall next to the bathroom door.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a thin manila folder before stalking back over to the foot of the bed.

He set the folder on the comforter and flipped it open, then he grabbed my hand to pull me in next to him once again.

“It’s interesting, Lisa,” he began, pulling some large photos from the folder before he tossed them one by one onto the bed in front of us.

“How we all think we’re so untouchable—the Families, our Tier One brethren.

Your mom certainly thinks so, because she hasn’t really been very discreet with her extracurricular activities lately. ”