they’d heard correctly.
Eric hurriedly cut in. “I’ve got another meeting. I’ll expect you on Friday. Trust that we’ll take whatever measures are necessary to keep you safe, Angie.” The screen went blank the next second.
“Wait,” she cried too late. She whirled on T. “He didn’t tell me about the carousel.”
“That’s something you’ll have to see to believe.” He stood. Letting go of only one hand, he pulled her from her seat with the other. “Come on, trainee, let’s hit the simulator. We’ve got a lot of work to do if I’m going to make you into an obedient, sharp shooting, badass exhibitionist by Friday.”
She blanched, scurrying along behind him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cap staring after her, his handsome face drawn with unease. When she got to the door and snuck a glance back, he’d turned back to the computer. Maybe she’d imagined it, Tony Rossi wasn’t a worrier, though she was nearly positive her new boss’s disquiet had been all too real, which didn’t bode well for either Angie or her first Rossi mission.
Chapter Six
The parking lot was jam-packed as was expected for a Wednesday night. Elena was booked in the lounge and they enjoyed near perfect attendance when she and her band performed. As T swung into one of the reserved owner’s spaces, he eyed the cars alongside his and smiled. Cap’s ‘68 mint condition Bullitt Mustang, Rick’s Hennessey Venom GT, and Jonas’ Mercedes CLA45 were lined up in the row beside his Camaro Z28. One thing about owning a sex club, it kept them in sweet rides.
T glanced at Angie. Visibly nervous when he picked her up, she was practically in meltdown mode now that they’d arrived.
“Darlin’,” T began softly, “if you’re not up to this mission, we’ll understand.”
Her head whipped around. “No.” Her denial was shaky, yet filled with conviction. “I’m doing this. After seeing pictures of the missing women, and putting faces with names, it made it all too real. I just need a minute.”
He waited patiently as she peered anxiously out the passenger window. The club was a sight to behold in the light of day, more so at twilight with soft light shining from within. It was stunning with its three stories of stuccoed walls, arched windows, balconies and porticos. It looked more like a sprawling southwestern hacienda than a sex club. It impressed, but didn’t usually intimidate. He’d expect this reaction at the doors leading into the dungeon, something else was up.
“Talk to me, Angie.”
Her head came around, though she didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she stared over his shoulder. Following her gaze, he watched as Sean and Mara pulled into the last remaining spot. It struck him then.
“Everyone is here tonight,” she whispered.
He shifted toward her.
“What do I tell my cousins? Meg and Regan know I was here with Dan last night.”
“You’ll be able to tell them the truth when it’s over.”
“And in the meantime?”
“Their Doms will keep them occupied. Cap clued all the club owners in this afternoon. We need all hands on deck with a third sub missing.”
She nodded, although still unconvinced. “The twins are going to freak out. Can’t I tell them and swear them to secrecy?”
He stared at her for a moment, then laid it out bluntly. “No offense, little bit, but your cousins are the least discreet subs of the lot. Elena is a close third. It’s a well-known fact, and they have no qualms admitting it, that when Sean wanted to spread the word of Mara’s secret a few months back, Cap and Dex deliberately shared it with the twins. It spread faster than hell and high lightning.”
“They’re not so bad, back in high school though...” She shook her head. “Their daddy used to say that a secret to the twins is like a wildfire burning bright inside them, the more they try to contain it, the more fiery it gets until the only way to quash the blaze is to tell someone else, thereby
Eric hurriedly cut in. “I’ve got another meeting. I’ll expect you on Friday. Trust that we’ll take whatever measures are necessary to keep you safe, Angie.” The screen went blank the next second.
“Wait,” she cried too late. She whirled on T. “He didn’t tell me about the carousel.”
“That’s something you’ll have to see to believe.” He stood. Letting go of only one hand, he pulled her from her seat with the other. “Come on, trainee, let’s hit the simulator. We’ve got a lot of work to do if I’m going to make you into an obedient, sharp shooting, badass exhibitionist by Friday.”
She blanched, scurrying along behind him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cap staring after her, his handsome face drawn with unease. When she got to the door and snuck a glance back, he’d turned back to the computer. Maybe she’d imagined it, Tony Rossi wasn’t a worrier, though she was nearly positive her new boss’s disquiet had been all too real, which didn’t bode well for either Angie or her first Rossi mission.
Chapter Six
The parking lot was jam-packed as was expected for a Wednesday night. Elena was booked in the lounge and they enjoyed near perfect attendance when she and her band performed. As T swung into one of the reserved owner’s spaces, he eyed the cars alongside his and smiled. Cap’s ‘68 mint condition Bullitt Mustang, Rick’s Hennessey Venom GT, and Jonas’ Mercedes CLA45 were lined up in the row beside his Camaro Z28. One thing about owning a sex club, it kept them in sweet rides.
T glanced at Angie. Visibly nervous when he picked her up, she was practically in meltdown mode now that they’d arrived.
“Darlin’,” T began softly, “if you’re not up to this mission, we’ll understand.”
Her head whipped around. “No.” Her denial was shaky, yet filled with conviction. “I’m doing this. After seeing pictures of the missing women, and putting faces with names, it made it all too real. I just need a minute.”
He waited patiently as she peered anxiously out the passenger window. The club was a sight to behold in the light of day, more so at twilight with soft light shining from within. It was stunning with its three stories of stuccoed walls, arched windows, balconies and porticos. It looked more like a sprawling southwestern hacienda than a sex club. It impressed, but didn’t usually intimidate. He’d expect this reaction at the doors leading into the dungeon, something else was up.
“Talk to me, Angie.”
Her head came around, though she didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she stared over his shoulder. Following her gaze, he watched as Sean and Mara pulled into the last remaining spot. It struck him then.
“Everyone is here tonight,” she whispered.
He shifted toward her.
“What do I tell my cousins? Meg and Regan know I was here with Dan last night.”
“You’ll be able to tell them the truth when it’s over.”
“And in the meantime?”
“Their Doms will keep them occupied. Cap clued all the club owners in this afternoon. We need all hands on deck with a third sub missing.”
She nodded, although still unconvinced. “The twins are going to freak out. Can’t I tell them and swear them to secrecy?”
He stared at her for a moment, then laid it out bluntly. “No offense, little bit, but your cousins are the least discreet subs of the lot. Elena is a close third. It’s a well-known fact, and they have no qualms admitting it, that when Sean wanted to spread the word of Mara’s secret a few months back, Cap and Dex deliberately shared it with the twins. It spread faster than hell and high lightning.”
“They’re not so bad, back in high school though...” She shook her head. “Their daddy used to say that a secret to the twins is like a wildfire burning bright inside them, the more they try to contain it, the more fiery it gets until the only way to quash the blaze is to tell someone else, thereby
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