Page 69 of Ruthless Obsession

Some men lean against the wall getting head. Others fuck girls right beside them. A few doms lead men on leashes. The women wear black fishnets, blood-red heels, and lingerie meant to tempt. The men look high as fuck and sexually aroused.

I nod at Buck. “You scan the right. I’ll take the left. Meet me back here in an hour.”

He dips his chin. “Yup.”

I veer toward the stage. A man stares like he’s hypnotized by the bound girl.

“Ninety-five thousand,” I call, flashing my red ticket.

The bouncer steps in again. “Auction’s not tonight. You’ll get a new ticket with the time and date on your way out.”

“Thanks,” I reply smoothly.

The guy next to me doesn’t blink.

“You’ll bid when the time comes?” I ask.

“I will,” he says, eyes glued to her. “Just want a taste now.”

“Don’t get tossed out,” I warn.

He laughs. “They won’t toss me. I’ve funded enough of this shit.”

Did he buy women and sell them off? Or is he keeping them?

He’s either a buyer or supplier. Either way, he’s fucked.

I hope Psycho’s getting this through the button cam on my crisp white dress shirt. We’re taking this sick bastard down too.

I reach into my slacks pocket, grab a tiny piece of fabric and grip his neck, planting the bug beneath his collar.

“Come on,” I say. “Let’s find some pussy.”

His gray eyes darken. “Fuck, fine.”

I clap him on the back. “That’s the spirit.”

We melt into the shadows. A woman grabs his hand. Another grabs mine, tugging me off course.

I yank her into the wall. “Sorry. I’m looking for someone I was with last time,” I lie.

My focus is Buck. And getting the hell out of here.

I drift along a hallway lined with doors—private rooms for buyers who want more than a quick fix.

At the rendezvous point, Buck’s waiting. We head out together, retracing our steps until we’re back at the surface.

“Happy we didn’t have to use our guns tonight,” I say walking toward my black Lamborghini parked in the parking lot across the street.

Buck flashes a devilish smirk as he approaches a chauffeured blacked out SUV. “Couldn’t have that. My guys got what they needed for Wednesday. Everything will work out really nice.”

“After this shit’s over,” I say, “maybe Sophie can meet Breanna.”

Buck nods. “She’d like that.” Then climbs into the SUV and disappears into the night.

Across the lot, my brothers are hanging out, laughing like it’s any other night. None of them look my way. Good.

I tap my earpiece. “Fuse, you good?”