Page 18 of Protected By the Sinner

As I head to my office inside the club, my mind is racing.

My biggest concern should be that Amber just confirmed my suspicion she didn’t come to me by chance. But right now, it’s not my brain calling the shots. It’s my dick.

I want her. Whatever her reason for infiltrating my territory, I want those long legs wrapped around my waist while I fuck her hard. Now more than ever.

Whoever sent her is going to get my attention next. I don’t leave loose ends.

Roman walks ahead, opens the laptop with the security feed, and steps aside. He’s already queued up the clips where she appears.

I get a glimpse of her hair as she rushes down the stairs and makes her way to the ground floor.

Despite the chaos and the size of my club, it takes her less than three minutes from the main floor to the exit.

She ran like she was being chased.

I close the laptop, trying to piece the puzzle together.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Find her.”

“That’s already in motion. Do you want to be there when I interrogate her?”

Somehow, his question pisses me off. I don’t want anyone touching her but me. “No. This time we’re taking a different approach.”

“I’d appreciate more detail. I don’t like deviating from protocol.”

“Whoever sent her planned it. They knew I had a thing for brunettes—that’s no secret—and they knew exactly how she should act.”

“That doesn’t prove anything. She had a fifty-fifty chance of getting close to you, and just as much chance of getting kicked out.”

“It’s more than that. She’s too smart to be just a pawn. I like to understand my enemies.”

“I can make her talk in under an hour.”

“No. Just find her. I’ll handle the approach myself.”

“This goes against your entire MO, Beau.”

“I’ve survived more than once just by trusting my gut. And it’s telling me this is bigger than some common enemy trying to hit me.”

“Or kill you.”

I shrug. “They’re welcome to try. Now find the girl. No one touches her. I want her thinking I’m just a man who doesn’t take rejection well.”

“Isn’t that what this is?”

“I don’t know. If it ever happens, I’ll let you know.”

Las Vegas

The next day

I had to fly out to the West Coast for business—which wasn’t part of the plan.

Already pissed that everything went off the rails yesterday, the cherry on top is learning I won’t be able to leave Vegas tonight.

My phone rings, and for a second, I think about ignoring it. But it’s Roman, and I want to know if he found Amber.