Page 41 of Tortured Souls
“They have strict orders not to kill either one. Riggs, on the other hand, is their territory, but they know not to harm the other two.” She smiles at me, that hypnotic smile that has my chest catching ablaze with the warmth she gives me.
“Thank you, Saxon.” Pushing up onto her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my lips. I cup the nape of her neck and kiss her back; she’s my air, and I can never get enough of her. Breaking the kiss, she gives me one more smile before grabbing my hand and leading me to the door and back downstairs to the club.
The music hits me with enough force to rattle my ribcage. It’s deafening, but that’s what this club is known for. Loud music, great drinks, and the best place to blow off steam while dancing in a safe environment. Sky releases my hand before we step out through the hallway. Giving me a quick smile over her shoulder, she heads behind the bar just in time for the first few club goers to enter.
In no time, the place is packed. College students and locals flood the dance floors, escaping from reality and living in their peaceful bubble of entertainment.
“The door is aware to let us know if the three stooges show up,” Saint says from beside me as I lean against the back wall, watching the night unfold.
“Good. Where are Finn’s friends?”
“They’ve split up. Two are downstairs, and the blond one is up here on the second floor somewhere.” I nod, crossing my arms as I let out a deep sigh.
“You think they’ll come?” he asks. Without looking at him, I nod again.
“They seem to show up on schedule. Every four days they’ve been here. Always doing the same thing. They show up, identify her, and then leave. Just like that. Tonight’s the fourth night. If they stick to their schedule, they should be here.” As if the universe is working in my favor, Finn’s voice comes over the comms unit that’s in both Saint’s and my ears.
“They’re here. Coming through the door now.” We push off the wall and make our way to the balcony, looking over therailing. The three men stand side by side, looking out onto the dance floor.
“Once they come to the second floor, there’s an elevator behind the bar that leads to the basement. Have your friends take them there,” I say back into my earpiece.
“Already on it.” A British voice comes through, and I recognize it as Dean.
“Colson, they’re coming your way. Dean will follow them upstairs, and the pair of you meet at the elevator. I’ll be inside waiting,” Everett instructs his guys, and the three move in sync.
“How will you get them to follow two dangerous looking men?” Brooks asks through his comms.
“Then it’s my turn, boys.” A sweet, innocent-sounding woman’s voice stuns me. I look at Saint, who heard the same thing I did.
Who the fuck is that?
Watching the three men step off the staircase, I notice a beautiful little blond woman saunter her way up to the three men we are after, smiling wide with bright white teeth. Saint’s eyebrows shoot so far up his face I’m afraid they may fall off.
“Who’s that?” I hear Brooks and Owen say almost in sync.
“Hello, gentleman. My name’s Sloan. The owner would like for you to accompany me to our VIP section for tonight. Please follow me, and I’ll help get the three of you settled.” The blond girl’s seductive voice filters through our comms as we stand and watch her successfully capture their attention and lead them to the hallway.A perfect little honey trap.
“Oh no, we aren’t staying. We’re just looking for someone,” Diego says to her but continues to follow her towards the dark hall.
“Come on, man. One drink in VIP won’t hurt,” Leonard pouts and moves closer behind the girl. Just when he’s about to touch her lower back, she spins around, catching him off guard.
“Ah-ah, no touching. Not yet.” She gives him a sultry wink as we watch the four of them disappear down the hallway.
“Well, that was too fucking easy,” Saint says from beside me. I nod in agreement. Our comms quickly pick up muffled groans, a few whimpers, and then nothing. Silence.
“You really thought you could touch our girl? You’re stupider than you look.” Dean’s voice comes through the comms, and I am now thoroughly confused.
“Wait, whose girl was that?” Owen asks. My whole crew is just as confused as I am.
“Head to the basement, everyone,” I say through comms. We all make our way to the elevator or stairs and quickly head to the basement to figure out what the fuck just happened. Saint, Finn, and I pile into the elevator. I assume Owen and Brooks use the stairs, and when the doors open, I have to refrain from letting my jaw hit the ground. However, Finn’s mouth is completely agape as he stares at the scene in front of us.
“Who are you, you beautiful devil?” Finn says to the blond girl who is now standing in between Everett, Dean, and Colson. I notice both Dean and Everett have their hands on her shoulders as she leans her back against Colson’s front.
“This is our girl, Sloan. She works with our corporation as well,” Everett informs the room as Brooks and Owen enter through the stairwell door.
“Wait, what do you mean ‘our’ girl? Like an employee of yours, or like all three of you and her?” Saint asks the question we all need clarification on. The girl releases a sweet, melodic laugh, stepping towards me with her hand outstretched.
“I’m Sloan, and yes,weare all together in one relationship. I know it’s unconventional, but love is love, no matter how many people are involved.”