Page 40 of Corrupted Pleasure

“They got away,” he snapped. “Wynter took her damn clothes off.”

What the fuck was going on with these girls? Robbery? Didn’t I give them enough damn money? Maybe Juliette wanted a new car. After all, she had been a little brat after she totaled her last one, and I refused to buy her another vehicle until she underwent driving classes all over again. For fuck’s sake, it was her tenth totaled car in the span of twenty-four months.

“Miss Hayes, tell us what it is that you and your friends are up to,” I told her coldly.

“The fuck I will,” she spat back, lightning flashing in her eyes, and fuck, if it didn’t appease me. She was like a goddess of lightning, ready to fight me. It got my cock hard for sure.

“Want me to turn in the evidence to the police?” I drawled, watching her for any telltale signs.

She shrugged. “Like what? The backpack?” That sassy mouth of hers made me want to put a belt to her ass.

“For starters, yes,” I told her, keeping my face unmoved. “That backpack belongs to Quinn and the money you stashed in it belongs to me.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “There are a million backpacks like this and unless you have probable cause to search me, it is mine.” Jesus, how many times did this girl get arrested to know all that? Or maybe she watched too many movies. “So don’t touch my stuff.”

She pushed her shoulders back, raising her chin in defiance. I almost regretted shattering her defenses.

I pointed to the corner of the room where the camera was. She didn’t need to know that it was disconnected since tonight we’d turn this club over to the Italians.

“See that, sweetheart,” I purred. “That’s our evidence.”

“Shit,” she spat out and her shoulders slumped slightly. “Fucked. Just fucked.”

“Pretty much,” I agreed. She shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes darting between Quinn and I expectedly. And it was then that I made my decision. I turned my eyes to Quinn. “The Italians here?”

He nodded. It meant I had an hour to teach this brat of a woman a lesson. A gorgeous brat.

“Deal with them and keep them away from here,” I ordered him.

Quinn’s eyes traveled over the office, the open safe and the black backpack, drawing his own conclusions. He’d been around long enough to witness Wynter and Juliette’s grand schemes, though this one topped them all.

“I see the girls are following in our footsteps,” he muttered, amusement crossing his expression. In his almost fifty years, he had seen and experienced everything. There wasn’t much that surprised him anymore.

Davina’s shoulders tensed and she muttered something unintelligible under her breath. She kept inching away with each shift of her feet, her eyes ping-ponging between me and Quinn. The smart girl was probably evaluating who was a bigger threat.

Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart, I mused silently.

“One hour,” Quinn grumbled and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Her face fell. She probably contemplated bolting through that door and trying to escape.

Silence stretched, though it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I quite enjoyed it, watching her squirm, though she tried her hardest to hide it.

“What do you want, Mr. Brennan?” she finally broke the silence.

“What do you think?”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously on me. “Probably your money back,” she responded wryly. “But it’s our money now.”

I scoffed at that. These Gen Z girls were out of their mind. “You haven’t earned it,” I deadpanned. “Yet. But we can fix that.”

“How?” Her voice lowered by a few notches, and her neck bobbed as she swallowed bravely. “Something freaky probably.”

Damned if she wasn’t right. I wanted to bend her over this desk and spank her ass, then fuck her senseless for being so goddamn reckless. I fought the urge to stake a claim since the night I first laid eyes on her. She was the same age as Juliette, for fuck’s sake. Yet, I couldn’t get Davina goddamn Hayes out of my mind.

“Well, I’m not into freaky shit,” she added, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red, which told me she’d thought about freaky shit. “Nor old men.”

This woman would be the death of me. Not because of her beauty. Not because all the blood that shot straight to my dick and had it straining against my jeans. It was her sassy mouth and her courage to talk back to me that captured me more than anything else.

There hadn’t been a single woman in all my life that dared to speak to me this way. Never mind being disrespectful.