Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
One day he would have such a talk with Ben and Chase Dawson.
Quietly. Where she couldn’t hear because his baby could be fierce.
“You know she likes you, right, J?” The manager of Decadence was a forty something who looked like a suburban dad when he wasn’t in leathers. Then he looked like a suburban dad in leathers. Like every kid’s absolute worst nightmare of how they would find their dad someday. Phil Jackson seemed like a nice guy. He was excellent at his job. The only trouble was his job was moving drugs and money for some of the world’s most dangerous people.
“I’m afraid she’s not my type,” Jensen replied.
Phil watched Lila’s hips sway as she carried her tray of drinks away. “She’s everyone’s type.”
She wasn’t a gorgeous woman with a sunny smile and a sarcastic wit that could flay a man alive. He would bet Lila had never watched a man’s back while he snuck into a drug dealer’s office to gather evidence on him.
He had a very specific type.
“I also think it’s a bad idea to fuck around with employees I’m supposed to manage,” he pointed out.
Phil sighed and ran a hand over his balding head. “You’re probably right about that. It causes a lot of drama, and we don’t need that now. How is it going?”
He managed to get hired on as the dungeon monitor for this underground BDSM club because of his close ties to other groups Phil worked for. When his old job had been decimated by…well, by him, but he’d done a damn good job covering his tracks…all the higher-ups getting murdered or going to jail, he offered his services here. He had an excellently faked criminal record going back to time spent in juvie. No one knew him as Jensen Wiley. They knew a criminal named Jay Wilson from Los Angeles, California.
The trouble was the bad guys figured out he had a weak spot, so he’d been forced to prove she wasn’t.
“Quiet night,” he reported back. “I haven’t even had to kick anyone out for going too hard.”
What you have to remember is that the submissive is actually in control. She only gives the Dom what she’s comfortable with. It’s the Dom’s job to figure out if that’s all she needs or if they should push some limits. Consensually, of course.
Just the thought of her with her husky voice and absolutely no hangups when it came to sex could get him hard. He’d learned so much from her. So much about the lifestyle. So much about life and what he wanted from it.
He needed to remember why he was here. To avenge Tommy. To protect Harlow.
His revenge seemed so much less important than protecting Harlow.
Once Cliff Hamilton was dead, there would be no one left who could come after her. No one left to care that he loved her more than his own damn life.
Loved her so much he’d been willing to give her up to save her.
“Good, because you need to know something.” Phil moved in, putting a hand on the wall behind Jensen. The leathers were all for show. He’d never seen Phil once play with any of the subs who came through the club even if he would give them all once overs. Decadence was a front for Hamilton’s criminal operation, but it was a working club. Mostly tourists, from what he could tell. Which is why he had to break things up. Phil also didn’t have the super-sane rules good clubs had.
Two drinks max when you’re playing. Usually one before and one after. Or if you’re my friend Seth, it’s one before and then a shit ton after, but he’s not playing at that point. After hours, The Hideout pretty much becomes a bar and we all sit around gossiping and Seth plays some songs and one of the twins tells some insane story no one quite believes. It’s my favorite place.
He had never gotten to see her home club, hadn’t gotten to meet her friends and sit in that bar with her cuddled up on his lap. Their entire time together had been adrenaline and anxiety, and yet he’d known he could find peace with that woman.
Would find peace with her one day soon.
“What’s up?” Jensen asked, certain he sounded like he didn’t care. He’d perfected the look, the tone, the dead-eyed stare that let people know he had no soul.
He feared he might have given up his soul in revenge for his brother, but he knew it wasn’t gone. His soul was simply walking around with a woman named Harlow.
“Hamilton is coming through town next week,” Phil said, leaning against the wall. “I want you to check in with the guys in the office. Make sure everything is tight, you know. They’re smart kids who run that part of the business, but they don’t know how the world works. At least not ours. Sometimes I’m sure those fucking kids are going to get us all killed.”