Chapter 8

She left me here. I'm trying to recall a time I've been turned down before, and nothing is coming to mind. Daisy had no problem doing that, though. She just walked out, leaving me in her apartment so her friend didn't see me with her.

I really need to have a word with her about keeping her shit safe. She doesn't know me from a bar of soap, and here I am. Let's be honest. It's not the first time I've snooped around her apartment. It is the first time she knows about it though.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to stay and snoop any more than I already have. I need to know where she's going in that fucking dress. I pull up my phone and track her location.

I know.I'm all sorts of an ass for putting a tracker on her phone. In my defence, I hacked into all of Eloise's friends' phone software when Gio first brought her around. I needed to know where they were. Still do. Especially if El is with them and we need to get to her. It's just a precaution, on the off chance that Eloise's phone isn't with her.

Daisy's on the move. I jump into my car and pull out into the traffic. Horns blare at me as I cut some asshole off before the tracker stops at a location I know well. Unhinged. It's one of Melbourne's hottest nightclubs. Owned by the Williamson family. The thought of Daisy in that club with that dress on does not sit well with me.

I don't want to look into the why of that.

I pull up outside of Unhinged and hand the valet the key. "Keep it close. I won't be long," I tell him. Because I plan on dragging her ass out the door. And really don't give a shit who fucking sees me do it.

The doors open as I approach them. "Gabe, good to see you," one of the bouncers greets me.

"Hey, man, how you been?" I ask.

"Good." He nods as I walk through.

It doesn't take me long to find her. She sticks out like a fucking siren calling me to my death. Right in the middle of the dance floor. Moving awkward as fuck. I smile watching her dance, or what I assume is her version of dancing. Her eyes find mine.

Can she tell I'm here? Is she as drawn to me as I am to her?

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull it out and groan when I see my brother's name pop up.

Gio:

You need to get home now.

Me:

Why?

Gio:

Marcel just walked in black and blue.

Me:

On my way.

I don't know what happened to my brother. It doesn't matter because I turn and walk away, leaving Daisy on the dance floor. Marcel is probably one of the better fighters out of all of us. If someone got the jump on him, there was more than likely a group of ?em who did it.

I walk into the house and find everyone in the games room. I take one look at Marcel and stop in my tracks. "What the fuck happened?"

"You should see the other guys." He smiles.

His face is swollen and bruises are starting to form around his jaw, while his lip is split open with dried-up blood running down the sides. Our family doctor is currently looking him over.

Marcel hisses when Doc presses into his chest and abdomen. "I don't need an x-ray to tell me there's at least one cracked rib."

"Yeah, figured. Hurts like a fucking bitch," Marcel grits between clenched teeth.

Walking over to the bar, I pour myself a glass of whiskey and move to the sofa to sit down. No one's talking. We're all waiting until Doc leaves to press my brother about what happened.

"Just stitch me up, Doc. I gotta get back out there and find those fucking assholes."

"You should take a few days, at the very least, to recover," Doc says.

Twenty minutes later, Marcel has four stitches in his forehead. Doc hands him a bottle of pain pills and tells him to take it easy.

The minute he leaves, though, Marcel pushes up to his feet while groaning and grunting through the pain. "I'm going to fucking kill them all," he says.

"Who?" Gio asks him.

"The fucking Russians."

"The Russians jumped you?" I hiss out.

"Yes," Marcel says.

"Where were you?" Gio questions.

Marcel looks away, turning his back as he walks over to the bar and picks up the whiskey bottle. He tips out two pain pills Doc gave him and washes them down with a swig of amber liquid. Slamming the bottle on the bar, he turns back around. "It doesn't matter where I was."

"Actually it does. Where were you, Marcello?" Gio repeats, his voice firmer now.

All eyes are on Marcel, waiting for his answer. "I was at Varka," he says.

I look around at my brothers. They're just as shocked as I am by this development. "Why the fuck were you at a Russian club?" I ask Marcel, and he shrugs.

"Looking for someone."

"You'll do nothing to retaliate. You shouldn't have been there. You're lucky they left you fucking breathing. Whoever she is, she's not worth this," Gio says, waving at Marcel's face before he exits the room.

"I agree with him. No chick is worth… that." Santo mimics Gio's gesture before following him out of the room.

Vin and I look at each other and then turn our eyes to Marcel. "Why?" I ask him.

"What do you mean why?"

"Why were you looking for someone in a Russian club?" I clarify, though I have no doubt the fucker knows exactly what I meant. Whoever it was, they must be important for him to go into that club alone.

"It doesn't matter." Marcel falls back onto the sofa.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat but I got shit to do," Vin says before disappearing through the door.

"Did you talk to him?" Marcel asks me.

"I did."

"And?"

"And nothing. Who's the girl?" I know what he's doing, so I steer the conversation right back his way. Besides, Vin doesn't want the others to find out, and I'm not about to tell his secrets.

"Zoe," Marcel says. "I met her the night of Santo's bucks."

"Why were you looking for her in a Russian club? Is she Russian? Because if she is, that isn't going to end well for anyone."

"She's not Russian. She's American," he says. "I think she has connections to them though. Haven't figured out what it is yet. I've been looking for her ever since that night."

"Have you got any more to go on than a first name?"

"A picture," he says.

"Send it to me. I'll find out who she is," I tell him. "Why wouldn't you just come to me?"

"If I don't find her by the end of the week, I'll let you do your thing. But this." He circles his face with his finger. "Is going to draw her out." He smirks.

"You got the shit beat out of you to draw her out of hiding?" I laugh. "That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard."

"No stupider than fucking one of El's friends. She's going to rip your balls off when she finds out."

I do my best to disguise my shock. How the fuck could he know?

"The house isn't soundproof. I saw you two going at it in the kitchen. Word of advice? If you're trying to keep it under wraps, stop with the sex in public places," Marcel groans and lays his body out on the sofa.

"The kitchen is not a fucking public place, and I'm not fucking her. It was a onetime thing. No one else needs to find out, Marcel," I grunt at him.

"Your secrets are safe with me," he says.

I leave his sorry ass in the games room and stalk to my bedroom. I'm half-tempted to head back out and find Daisy, when I open her location up and see that she's already at her apartment.

I click on my messenger app and send her a text.

Me:

Have a good night?

The little bubble pops up, letting me know that she's read the message and is replying. What I don't expect is a photo to appear. A photo of a very pink vibrator.

Daisy:

It's about to get real good!!!

Me:

That's not going to satisfy you half as good as I can.

I'm not threatened by a vibrator. I know the kind of pleasure I can wring out of her body. And so does she.

Daisy:

Don't knock it till you try it. Maybe next time you turn up at my apartment, I'll shove it up your ass and you can see just how good it is.

I laugh out loud at her message. As if I'd let her anywhere near my ass with that thing.

Me:

Or I can push it into your ass while my cock fills your cunt. You'd be so fucking full. I bet you'd come harder than you ever have before.

Daisy:

Goodnight, Gabe.

Me:

Dream of me.

The text is marked as read, but she doesn't reply. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I get up and head to my bathroom. I need a fucking shower. And a wank. My cock is hard as fuck at the thought of fucking Daisy with that dildo and my dick at the same time.

Turning on the hot water, I strip out of my clothes and step under the spray. I squirt a handful of bodywash onto my palm and fist my cock. My other hand lands against the shower wall, supporting my weight as I slide my palm up and down the length of me.

I close my eyes and I see her. Her pale-blue eyes. Her full, fuckable lips. And those tits. I imagine myself hovering over her chest. Jerking off. Her mouth hanging open. Her body squirming with need as she watches my hand pump up and down my shaft. Her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She wants a taste, but she's not getting it this time. I'll make her want it more. Deprive her a little first.

My fist pumps harder, and those familiar tingling sensations creep up my spine. My balls tighten. One, two, three more pumps and I'm coming all over her tits. When I open my eyes again, all I see are the white tiles of the bathroom. Not fucking Daisy. Cleaning off, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself.

What the hell is this girl doing to me?