Three Way, the Novel by Olivia Hawthorne, Olivia Long

on the inside at the FBI,” Sergei said slowly in his thick Russian accent. “He told me he saw a document outlining an informant in your club. I believe him.”
    “There is categorically no way somebody has managed to worm their way into my organization,” Ryker said with a sneer.
    “Maybe it’s your whore there, have you looked into her past?” Sergei said nodding at me.
    His use of the word made me shudder in disgust. There was nothing sexy about the way he spat it out, like I was beneath him. I opened my mouth to protest but Ryker put his hand on my thigh comfortingly.
    “She is no whore,” he said in a dangerous tone. “She is my woman and you will treat her as such.”
    “She’s a whore if she can be bought and sold,” Sergei said, looking me up and down with his reptilian gaze.
    “Any woman who can be bought is not worth having,” Ryker snarled and held me tight. “She is above that, and if you don’t apologize to her then our business will end right here, right now.”
    “You would end a decade of good relations over such a thing?” Sergei exclaimed.
    “I would cut your fucking head off if it pleased her,” Ryker told him. “Just be grateful that all I demand is an apology.”
    Sergei eyeballed me hard, staring at me until I almost thought he was trying to peer into my soul. “Fine, I’m sorry for calling you such a thing,” he told me, stood and stalked out.
    “Who was that?” I asked with my heart pounding in my chest.
    “Just the head of the Russian Mafia,” Ryker chuckled and stroked my thigh with his hand. “And you had him saying sorry.”
    “That wasn’t me, that was all you.”
    “Oh he knew I meant it, kitten. And I only meant it because of you.”
    “Do you think he’s right? Do you guys have a rat in your club?”
    He hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat and said, “No, not to my knowledge.”
    For the first time ever I felt like he might be lying to me. “Would it be bad if there was one?”
    “It would be the end of the club,” he said, squeezing me tight and nuzzling my neck. “It would be very bad, but don’t you worry about that. It doesn’t concern you.”
    “Are you in danger?” I asked, concern overwhelming me.
    “I’m always in danger,” he said, stopped and looked at me. “If anything were to happen, Quinn will take care of you.”
    “I don’t want Quinn, I want you,” I said.
    “Oh kitten, I think we both know that’s not entirely true.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’ve noticed the longing looks you give him, the way you brighten when he’s around. It’s completely natural though, we’re identical twins, of course you’re attracted to both of us.”
    “I don’t want to talk about this,” I said, “I can’t even imagine living if something happened to you.”
    “It’s okay,” he said, “I would want you to be happy.”
    Tears sprang to my eyes and I said, “Can we seriously not talk about this?”
    “Whatever you want, kitten,” he said and kissed my cheek, then my lips. “I just want to make you happy.”
    “Then never leave me,” I said. “That’s the only way I’ll be happy.”
    “I can’t promise anything,” he said quietly, “but I’ll do my best to come home to you.”
    It was the most I could ask for from a dangerous man like Ryker who lived in a dangerous lifestyle.
    We spent the night at the club where once again I was treated like a princess. I half expected Tawny to show up on the stripper pole but she didn’t. We were treated to a seemingly never ending parade of girls trying their best to catch the eye of a biker.
    It was funny in a way, I’d never been attracted to guys like Ryker so I’d never bothered to flirt with them or try to catch their eye. I had a feeling that’s why he found me so appealing in the beginning, the fact that I didn’t want him.
    We got back on his bike as the sun was coming up and made our way for his house. We stumbled in as Quinn was getting up, our eyes bleary and