Run to Him: The Full Novel: A Domination/Submission Alpha Male Billionaire Suspenseful Romance (The Billionaire's Beck and Call Book 4) by Delilah Fawkes
Authors: Delilah Fawkes
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a mask of disbelieving rage, his cheeks turning red, his debonair demeanor long gone. His hair was out of place, falling onto his forehead. I think that, more than anything, was what finally made me lose it.
I was still laughing, the trays clattering to the ground, when the guards dragged me away. I laughed and laughed when they dragged me through the halls, and tossed me through a doorway into a pitch black room, then locked the door behind me. And I kept laughing, even as the walls closed in, the sound of my voice echoing back at me, bouncing into my ears.
I laughed until I couldn’t laugh any more, and then I sat, panting in the dark, wondering what would become of me: the idiot slave who just sent herself up shit creek without a paddle.
***
Max
“Club Asmodai?”
“There was a party there last night that one of my old friends attended. You know him, Max. Damien Black used to frequent Club Persephone with us along with James and the others.”
Chase Drake sat across the booth from Jackson and I, leaning forward and keeping his voice low. We sat in the darkest corner of our favorite Italian bistro downtown, but still took pains not to be overheard.
“And Damien saw him there?”
“It was his party,” Chase said. “He orchestrated the whole thing for his inner circle there. They were allowed to invite potential ‘initiates’ as he calls them. Damien was one of the few chosen. He… says he saw a girl there matching Lucy’s description.”
“Was she okay?! What did he see, Chase?”
I gripped my friend’s arm, willing him to look me in the eye. His expression was grim, but he met my gaze, the look in his green eyes sending a chill down my spine.
“Tell me!”
“She was wearing an arm spreader collar, and, um… Well, she was a nude servant along with several others… He left before the party was over, but he said she seemed calm and quiet the whole time.”
I pounded my fist on the table, moving my water glass an inch with the force. A few people looked back at us, and I glared at them until they turned back around.
“Max, have you considered the possibility… that she wants to be there? With him?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No way. She needs our help, for fuck’s sake!”
“Even after… what happened between you two?”
Jackson was watching me closely, assessing my expression.
“Look,” I said, looking from one of them to the other. “I screwed up then, and I didn’t trust her. I know now that she never meant to betray me, and I will regret the way I behaved toward her for the rest of my life. I know her, Chase. She loves me. I trust her with that. Hell, I trust her with my life.”
Chase put a finger to his lips watching me as well, then sat back and sighed.
“Alright, then. What next?”
“The guy I sent to his office this morning overheard the other two lawyers discussing this Club Asmodai as well. That seems to be Lucas’ main haunt, outside of his work,” Jackson said. “It seems that Alastair bought the place and was the one responsible for the name change.”
“I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Club Persephone was dead last time I went, and a couple of the members told me it was because of some new place in the industrial district. It has to be this Club Asmodai.”
“We need to get someone inside,” Chase said, and I nodded immediately.
“I’ll go.”
“No way,” Jackson said. “You’ll be recognized. He knows you from the masquerade, remember?”
I glared at my brother, and he instantly put his hands up in apology.
“How could I fucking forget,” I growled.
“We’ll call Damien and James. Damien has an in, after all,” Chase said. “What do you say, Max? Let’s get the old crew back together. Besides, doesn’t Damien still owe you one for souping up his old mustang?”
I grinned at that. Damien and James had been part of Chase and my old group of friends, almost as close as brothers. Our families knew one
I was still laughing, the trays clattering to the ground, when the guards dragged me away. I laughed and laughed when they dragged me through the halls, and tossed me through a doorway into a pitch black room, then locked the door behind me. And I kept laughing, even as the walls closed in, the sound of my voice echoing back at me, bouncing into my ears.
I laughed until I couldn’t laugh any more, and then I sat, panting in the dark, wondering what would become of me: the idiot slave who just sent herself up shit creek without a paddle.
***
Max
“Club Asmodai?”
“There was a party there last night that one of my old friends attended. You know him, Max. Damien Black used to frequent Club Persephone with us along with James and the others.”
Chase Drake sat across the booth from Jackson and I, leaning forward and keeping his voice low. We sat in the darkest corner of our favorite Italian bistro downtown, but still took pains not to be overheard.
“And Damien saw him there?”
“It was his party,” Chase said. “He orchestrated the whole thing for his inner circle there. They were allowed to invite potential ‘initiates’ as he calls them. Damien was one of the few chosen. He… says he saw a girl there matching Lucy’s description.”
“Was she okay?! What did he see, Chase?”
I gripped my friend’s arm, willing him to look me in the eye. His expression was grim, but he met my gaze, the look in his green eyes sending a chill down my spine.
“Tell me!”
“She was wearing an arm spreader collar, and, um… Well, she was a nude servant along with several others… He left before the party was over, but he said she seemed calm and quiet the whole time.”
I pounded my fist on the table, moving my water glass an inch with the force. A few people looked back at us, and I glared at them until they turned back around.
“Max, have you considered the possibility… that she wants to be there? With him?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No way. She needs our help, for fuck’s sake!”
“Even after… what happened between you two?”
Jackson was watching me closely, assessing my expression.
“Look,” I said, looking from one of them to the other. “I screwed up then, and I didn’t trust her. I know now that she never meant to betray me, and I will regret the way I behaved toward her for the rest of my life. I know her, Chase. She loves me. I trust her with that. Hell, I trust her with my life.”
Chase put a finger to his lips watching me as well, then sat back and sighed.
“Alright, then. What next?”
“The guy I sent to his office this morning overheard the other two lawyers discussing this Club Asmodai as well. That seems to be Lucas’ main haunt, outside of his work,” Jackson said. “It seems that Alastair bought the place and was the one responsible for the name change.”
“I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Club Persephone was dead last time I went, and a couple of the members told me it was because of some new place in the industrial district. It has to be this Club Asmodai.”
“We need to get someone inside,” Chase said, and I nodded immediately.
“I’ll go.”
“No way,” Jackson said. “You’ll be recognized. He knows you from the masquerade, remember?”
I glared at my brother, and he instantly put his hands up in apology.
“How could I fucking forget,” I growled.
“We’ll call Damien and James. Damien has an in, after all,” Chase said. “What do you say, Max? Let’s get the old crew back together. Besides, doesn’t Damien still owe you one for souping up his old mustang?”
I grinned at that. Damien and James had been part of Chase and my old group of friends, almost as close as brothers. Our families knew one
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