Page 41 of Only Fools Rush

Fucking FOMO.

Obi, the bodyguard, and I did not last long sitting awkwardly in the living room. We jumped to our feet, eager for some sort of escape. If it weren’t for them, I might have whipped out my dick and played along to the rising crescendo of her moans, but I figured Caspian might slide that knife he kept hidden in his boot through my ribs if that happened.

Within a few moments, Obi disappeared to wherever it was he usually went. Annoying him was no longer an option.

The bodyguard headed straight to the gym, so I couldn’t go there.

Sitting in my room and stewing sounded horrible.

But I had to get out of this apartment. If I stayed here any longer, I would burst into that library and slide my cock into her tight ass while the other two had their fun. She wasn’t ready forthat. They needed their space. I needed to burn off some of this energy.

But when she was ready…damn.

So instead, after splashing ice-cold water on my face and neck, I strapped on a few more knives than usual (eight), and then texted Alec to meet me at the club.

“You look like shit,” he said as I stepped into my office at Club Dragon. My general manager must sleep here as much as he works, but I paid him more than enough to account for his trouble. He kept my properties running smoothly, and that was worth his weight in gold.

I glanced at the couch where I’d spread Leona wide the last time I was here, and I smirked. “I assure you, I feel even worse.”

He dropped a big file of papers on my desk. “You need to read this. More suppliers with the tainted drugs.”

“Goddamnit. I thought we were done with that.” I grabbed the file. We knew that Leona’s father had been stealing from the Russians and cutting the drugs, but now that he’d been cut off, I figured the supply would run out. “Fucking Italians.”

Then I thought of fucking Leona, and I choked back a laugh.Yes, fucking Italians.

“Actually, it’s the South Americans,” Alec said with a huff. “Got a report of a patron overdosing on product purchased from one of the cartels, but thankfully they survived. We’re still trying to determine which cartel was responsible.”

The smile slipped from my face as I flipped through the file, glancing through the profiles on each approved supplier as well as photos of security footage. Fuck. My eyebrows furrowed. If a patron got seriously hurt, I could have the feds attention back on meagain. Pair that with the eyes we have on us because of the Club Thunder explosion and things were going to go south really fucking fast.

I had to deal with this.

“And it’s the same drugs?” I asked, still reading through the file. “You had them tested?”

He nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Same additives, in the same percentages. It would be fair to assume they came from the same supply.”

What were the South Americans doing with tainted Italian drugs?

Drugs that were stolen from the Russians.

Luciano Vero was running this drug operation on the side, but how were the South Americans connected now? Had he sold product to them?

My brain turning, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Konstantin. He picked up on the second ring.

“Ryu.” His gruff voice sounded strained. “How are you? How is dear Leona?”

My mood soured even further. She wasmine. Ours. He needed to back off.

God, since when was I so possessive?

“Fine. Dealing with a problem.” I rubbed my eyes between my thumb and forefinger. “Thinking you might be dealing with the same.”

“Oh, yeah?” he scoffed. Shouts echoed in the background of his call. “You’d be right, my friend.”

Fuck. There were too many connection points here to ignore. “What’s wrong?”

“South Americans hit my biggest warehouse.” Kostya cursed in Russian before yelling commands at his men. “Stole more product and burned the rest. First, the Italians, and now the fucking South Americans. Fuck! This just keeps getting worse.”

Goddamnit. These problems were connected. Just like I thought.