Chapter One

Rogue

There was a numbing, almost disorienting feeling of monotony sinking into my bones. It was making me both restless and irritable. My world was seldom tedious, but lately, nothing seemed to stir my blood, nothing excited me, challenged me. The loud music, the flashing bright lights, and buzz of the crowd were beginning to have an anesthetizing effect on me. My life was becoming boring and predictable. Everything around me seemed dull and nothing had motivated me for some time. As I sat alone in my private booth at the nightclub I co-owned with my friend and mafia don, Alessio Messina, the familiarity of the scene made me weary. While I enjoyed having a hand in my many business dealings and showing my face at the club tended to make things run smoother, there was a part of me that wasn’t satisfied. I craved more. But what? I felt a deep embedded longing inside me to seek out and immerse myself in sin. Did I long for more wickedness, more of an adrenaline rush, or was it the hunger for danger that drove me?

It had been much too long since I had been tested, and even longer since I had relished in seeing fear in the eyes of those who were foolish enough to oppose me, and when the occasion called for it, I couldn’t deny the feeling of euphoria that accompanied bringing death to those reckless enough to cross me. Lately, my life had been quieter than I liked, and I kept waiting, hoping, even longing for the peacefulness to shatter. There was a driving force inside me, urging me to do something, anything to ignite some sort of fire within me to relieve the tension coursing through my body before I went mad with boredom.

It wasn’t the seclusion that bothered me. In my world solitude was an expectation. You didn’t make too many close connections. It was dangerous to let people into your life. They would either betray you, or you would lose them. Although, I did have a few men that I trusted, those I would call friends. We had met as children growing up in the streets and formed strong bonds into adulthood as well as the men that I had encountered when I was older that helped forge me into who I was today. Men that lived life as I did, unafraid and unperturbed by the darkness that surrounded us. We each controlled and ruled our portions of the cities in which we resided. One of the men that I would trust with my life was walking in my direction with an uncharacteristic grin on his face. The sadistic part of my brain instantly awoke at the thought of finally being able to quench my thirst for malevolence.

“Why are you smiling? It usually doesn’t bode well for others when you are in a good mood. Whatever it is, I hope it will bring some much-needed excitement to the night and end my boredom.”

As Blaze took a seat, a buxom waitress wearing way too much make-up and an overpowering perfume instantly appeared with his favorite drink, bourbon.

“I brought some information that I think you will find interesting.”

I rolled my eyes in disappointment as I finished off the rest of my drink. “News that makes you smile, makes me wary. What is it?”

He drank the bourbon in one gulp and closed his eyes relishing the burn as the liquid slid down his throat. “Someone is trying to make trouble and asking questions. I have been told that he is claiming to be Russian.”

My eyebrows rose marginally with this revelation. “Bratva?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure yet. I suppose he could be. Throwing his weight around, making demands and threats, doesn’t sound like Bratva. They are usually more subtle until things don’t go the way they want. He could just be an imposter hiding behind the Bratva name, using it as a tactic to intimidate people.”

“I don’t fucking intimidate easily. Chicago is my territory. It is unlike the Bratva to come into my domain and make a commotion without letting me know ahead of time. And they typically don’t make blind threats; they carry them out. Have you called Nickolai? He will know if there is someone connected to the Bratva in Chicago.”

Blaze raised his hand in the air and the waitress serving us immediately was at his side. He gave her a lust-filled gaze as his smile slipped and his eyes turned icy as she leaned forward, brushing her breasts across his shoulder. His arm snaked around her hip, his hand resting casually just above the curve of her ass as he told her what he desired.

“Another bourbon?” She practically rubbed herself against him like a damn cat in heat.

When she straightened, I sent her a look that communicated that I was not amused at her obvious flirtation, and since I was conducting business, I just wanted her to deliver the drinks and get the fuck back to work.

Blaze watched as she walked away, swishing her hips more than normal and glancing back over her shoulder to draw his attention.

“If you are going to screw her, just do so when she is off the clock. Now, did you call Nickolai, or have you been too preoccupied with finding somewhere to stick your dick tonight?”

His eyes narrowed as his face hardened and the familiar frown that sent most people running in the other direction was back in place. “Fuck you, Rogue. Need I remind you that I don’t take orders from you? We are equals. I thought I would tell you first before I got Nik involved. You are always bragging about this being your damn city, maybe someone wants to take it away from you.”

I smiled at his comment, glad to have someone with enough balls to defy me. It was the reason our friendship had lasted through the years. Neither one of us was afraid of the other and any challenge issued would be met, but in truth, there was no one I trusted more on this earth than Blaze.

“Trying to take what is mine, what belongs to me, would be an automatic death sentence. I don’t feel this man is a threat, an annoyance perhaps, but nothing to fear.” I sighed heavily as I drummed my fingers against the table. “The waitress ends her shift at midnight. Feel free to use one of the private rooms upstairs if you decide to entertain her further.”

A faint light twinkled in the depths of his dark eyes as his attention drifted to someone else across the room.

“I think I have found other prey for the night.”

My eyes narrowed as I followed his line of vision. The first thought that went through my mind when I saw her, was that she didn’t belong here. She was wearing a simple lavender spaghetti strap sundress that came just above her knees. Her long chocolate-colored hair hung down almost to her waist in loose waves. She was wearing wedge sandals and if she wore any make-up at all, it was natural, not the heavy black eyeliner and multicolored eyeshadows worn by most of the women I saw in the club. She was an outstanding beauty compared to any other woman I had seen before, but it wasn’t just her appearance that set her apart from the others. She was out of place, unsure of what to do, as if being in a place like this was unnatural.

It was as if an angel took a wrong turn and accidentally walked through the gates of hell by mistake and suddenly, my boredom disappeared.

I heard the low predatory growl emitted from Blaze as he gave her body a slow raking perusal. When he tried to stand, I put my hand on his arm, effectively restraining him from going after what I wanted.

“No, she’s mine.”

I didn’t wait for an argument. I drank the remainder of the whiskey in my glass and stood up to make my way across the room to where she stood casually leaning against the bar, twisting her hands nervously in front of her. She kept her head lowered and her eyes diverted as the chaos moved around her. Most of the people who stood between us had no idea as to my identity, nor how close they came to being thrown out of my way as I moved toward the lost angel I was about to claim.

A man was standing by her side. He handed her a drink and smiled down at her as she sipped it, her eyes squinting at the bitter taste of the alcohol. He laughed scornfully at her as she covered her mouth and coughed softly. I had always been a selfish person and had never been particularly fond of sharing, so I wasn’t surprised when an intense feeling of possession swept over me. When he stepped closer to her, his body brushing against hers, that feeling intensified. I stepped through a couple dancing near the stage and was at her side the moment she leaned back to avoid his touch.

She bumped into me, and my hand instantly shot to her waist to steady her.

“I’m so sorry,” she said in a soft voice as she tried to move away.

I kept my hold on her waist and took the drink from her hand before giving her a disarming smile hoping to ease her nervousness. “No need to be sorry, love. That drink is bitter. Let me get you something smoother that I think you will enjoy more.” I looked toward the bartender, who immediately stopped whatever he was doing and rushed over. “Champagne, the best.” As if I had to state the obvious. I always insisted upon the best.

He nodded his head and rushed to get the drink I requested, and I turned back to her. “Without running the risk of spouting some nonsensical cliché, what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

Her lips curved into a smile, and I sensed that some of the unease she was feeling when I first approached was dissipating.

“Wow, that is terribly cliché. Do you say that to every girl that comes in here?”

“No, just the ones that look like you.”

Her grin was irresistible, and I found myself drawn to her.

“Nice come back, but in answer to your question, I have an interview here tomorrow for a job, a waitress position.”

Her voice was strangely melodic and soft, and I found myself wanting to hear her speak my name.

I leaned closer to her, the space between us felt like a chasm I had to cross.

She bit her lips to stifle her shy grin. “A few of my friends, well more like work acquaintances, from my previous place of employment, suggested I come here with them tonight and check the place out. They thought it might help with my interview.”

The predator in me sprang to life at her words. “A job? Well, I hear the guy that owns the place can be a real asshole. I hope you are prepared to deal with a man like that.”

She laughed softly again, and I found myself unable to pull my gaze from her perfectly kissable pink lips. I had a strong urge to touch her, to discover if her skin was as soft as it looked.

“I have heard that too, but it is also rumored that he pays well, and with tips, I could make twice as much as I was making working at my previous job, working as a hotel night clerk. For a decent job, I can put up with quite a lot. No matter how big an asshole the boss can be.”

“Interesting. Why did you leave your former place of employment? Was the pay that bad that you would choose to work in an environment like this instead?”

She looked down and shifted from one foot to the other, then turned back to where the group she had arrived with was talking and drinking. Completely oblivious to her.

“There were other factors, but sometimes change can be good. Right?”

I nodded as the bartender returned with the Dom Perignon I suggested. I handed her the glass. “Try this, it’s not as bitter as the drink your friend bought you.”

Just speaking his existence caused the man to materialize at her side once again, and I felt the possessive asshole in me come to life once more.

He leaned closer to her before narrowing his eyes at me. “Hey buddy, you need to move on, the lady is with me.”

Stains of scarlet appeared on her cheeks as embarrassment rushed over her. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear and looked down, avoiding the scrutiny in my eyes. “Brad, it’s ok. He just bought me a drink, and it’s not like we came here on a date. We came in a group as friends.” She glanced back up at me with an apology on her face.

The man beside her squared his shoulders, as anger flared in his eyes. “It doesn’t matter that we came in a group, you are with me, and this guy needs to go look somewhere else for a piece of ass.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath and congratulated myself for maintaining my composure, something I was rather proud of since my inner beast wanted nothing more than to cave in this asshole’s face. I stepped forward ready to do just that when she moved between us.

“Brad, you are kind of being a dick. He just bought me a drink and was being nice, and as I said before, we aren’t here together on a date.”

My hands clenched into fists and my security was already walking toward us to intercede. But when he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, causing her to shriek and suck in a breath of air, my arm shot out, and my hand wrapped around his throat. The people that surrounded us were watching intently, some out of morbid curiosity, and others hoping to have something to gossip about tomorrow. I pushed him back against the bar and leaned in closer, struggling to control the rage building inside me. I had put up with this asshole longer than was normal simply because I did not want her involved in an altercation.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Her. Again.”

As I squeezed harder, he reached up, clutching at my fingers as they dug deeper into his flesh. I was hoping to draw blood, to see the panic in his eyes as he struggled to draw breath. Even though his mouth was open, he couldn’t speak, his eyes begging for mercy and pleading for release.

My hold tightened, the urge to end his life right now growing stronger by the second, but suddenly Blaze was beside me. His deep familiar voice broke through my fury. “Let him go.”

“Get this piece of shit out of here and make sure he knows not to come back.”

When I released the douchebag, he would have fallen to the ground if Blaze had not been there to catch him and drag him from the club. The people around us, some stunned, resumed their frivolities. I turned back to my lost little angel standing behind me, her face had gone pale, her eyes wide, and she had placed a hand over her chest to calm her rapid heartbeat. The shock of what she had witnessed had wiped her smile away.

I took a step forward and she retreated. Fuck .

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She blinked and then stammered in bewilderment. “I have never seen…anything like that before. You moved incredibly fast.”

I grinned and took another step toward her. This time she didn’t back away.

“What’s your name?”

She watched me cautiously. “Brielle, but everyone calls me Bri.”

I held my hand out to her. “Bri, would you like to go somewhere more private and quieter?”

She arched her eyebrows and smiled tentatively. “And end up as a missing person? Or the subject of an Amber Alert that no one pays attention to. I don’t think so.”

My laughter was low and throaty, causing her emerald-green eyes to narrow. “I wasn’t trying to abduct you. We don’t even have to leave the club. There are private rooms upstairs where people can have a drink, talk, and get to know each other better without all the noise and crowds down here on the floor.” I pointed to the stairs that led to the second floor where the rooms, all encased in glass, could be seen. Some of the rooms remained visible and it was easy to see groups of people mingling and partying inside; while other rooms had darkened the glass for a more intimate setting.

She looked at me skeptically. “I’m not sure that would be a wise move on my part. It seems a little reckless and more than a little stupid for me to go to a private room with a man I just met. Perhaps it would be best if I just thanked you for the drink and called it a night. I do have an important interview tomorrow.”

Blaze’s deep mocking laughter was coming from somewhere behind me. Women never denied me, and my friend was finding it rather amusing. “I promise I will not keep you long, and I can give you some tips that might help with your interview tomorrow. I am familiar with Mr. Kent, the manager.”

I knew the minute she was about to accept. Her eyes were so expressive. She would never be able to be devious or hide anything from me, and that thought excited me.

“Alright, but just for a few minutes, and we keep the door open.”

She placed her hand in mine and when my fingers closed around hers, I felt a tremor at the contact, something I had never felt before.

“Tonight, you can call the shots.”

But after tonight, sweet angel, you will be in my world where I maintain absolute control.

Bri

Hot was the only word I could think of to describe him. Incredibly hot. The kind of hot that you usually only see on TV and find yourself wondering where the hell you find guys that look like this. The type of man that women found deliciously appealing. He was dressed in a dark blue button-up shirt with the first three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing a brief glimpse of the tattoo on his arms, and jeans…jeans that hugged his ass. It was obvious he was accustomed to having money. The kind of man who wore designer clothes tailored just for him. But it wasn’t just his clothes that made me think that there was much more to this guy than I originally thought. There was a self-confidence about him that bordered on arrogance. He had an air of authority and the appearance of someone who demanded instant obedience. You could see it in the way he walked, the way he had wrapped his hand around Brad’s throat, and the way he didn’t seem to care about anything going on around him. He showed no fear. No concern for anything. He radiated money and power. Everything about him screamed at me to run far away. But for some reason, I gravitated toward dangerous men.

He was tall with wide strong shoulders, a perfectly proportioned body, dark brown hair, and deep coffee-brown eyes. The smokin’ hot masculinity vibe he was sending out suited him. Yeah, this was not the typical guy I ran into every day. But I still should not have accepted his offer to join him upstairs. I came here to scope the place out, so I would be more prepared for my interview tomorrow, not for a quick hookup. I wasn’t interested in meeting a guy or dating right now, not after the trouble I left behind in Colorado.

When we neared the stairs, I hesitated; I looked back over my shoulder to the group I came with and saw that none of them had even noticed my absence. It wasn’t surprising. The only one who had insisted that I come with them tonight was Brad, and he had already made an ass of himself and been thrown out by security, so I was technically on my own. The thought made me pause. I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Past experiences told me that I should be wary. I pulled back before my foot reached the second step.

“Wait…I really shouldn’t…I don’t know anything about you. I don’t even know your name.”

“Rogue.”

My lips trembled as I tried to hold back a smile. “Rogue? Is that your name or a description of your character?”

One corner of his mouth twisted upward and the warmth of his smile, as odd as it may seem, made me feel safer. I allowed him to lead me the rest of the way to the second floor where the private rooms were located. We walked to the end and entered one of the larger rooms that was set apart from the others. It was unexpectedly roomy inside with its own stocked bar, leather sofa, poker table, and plush chairs around the room. A pretty chandelier hung from the ceiling, and the décor was dark, mostly black, but surprisingly elegant for a nightclub.

“Are we going to be in trouble for being here? This doesn’t look like a room that just anyone can use. It must be reserved for…well…not us.”

He strolled forward, a drink in his hand. “Don’t be nervous. It will be fine. Like I said, I’m familiar with the management. Can I get you something to drink?”

“No, thanks. I’m not much of a drinker and to be honest, I’m thinking I will need a clear head when dealing with you.”

His left brow rose a fraction. “You don’t drink and if my guess is correct, you haven’t been in many places like this, but yet you want a job here serving drinks to a crowd that can get a bit unruly on occasion.”

There was a critical tone to his voice, and I couldn’t help but feel a little irritated at his obvious censure.

“The job description said nothing of being able to drink copious amounts of alcohol as a requirement, and just because I don’t frequently spend my nights in clubs like this shouldn’t be a deterrent for hiring me. I am a hard worker and while I have not been a waitress in a bar, I have waited tables before. You shouldn’t make assumptions.”

He stretched his hand out toward the sofa.

“I didn’t mean for my examination of your character to offend you. Please, have a seat and relax.”

I looked back toward the open door before taking a seat, once again questioning the wisdom of being alone with this man. What could it possibly hurt? It’s not as if you are going home with the guy. I was still having a conversation in my head when he walked over and sat beside me.

I nervously looked up, finding myself entranced by his warm brown eyes. “So, is your supermodel girlfriend out of town this weekend?”

Amusement flickered in his eyes as a chuckle came from deep within his chest. “Now who is making assumptions? But in answer to your question, there is no girlfriend, supermodel or otherwise. What about you? Is there a guy out there somewhere wishing he was with you right now?”

He moved closer, the warmth of his body touching mine. “No, it’s just me.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

I had never been one to share my personal life with too many people, and while this guy was sexy and unbelievably intense, he seemed to be nice enough, but I was still cautious. “There isn’t much to tell.”

He reached over and lightly traced his finger along the curve of my cheek sending shockwaves through my body.

“Oh, let me see if I can guess. You tell me if I am close.”

He took my hand and raised it to his lips as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my palm, virtually paralyzing me. I should have pulled away; any rational woman would have sensed the danger. Red flags were waving everywhere, but his eyes seemed to hold me captive.

The huskiness of his voice seemed to move over me like velvet. “I think you are always careful, to the point that you never take chances. You color in the lines, never drive over the speed limit, never cross the street until the crosswalk gives you the go ahead, always follow the rules, and never disappear anywhere with strange men you just met.” He traced circles softly over my skin from my wrist to my elbow. The warmth of his touch made my skin tingle.

He leaned closer, and I could feel his warm breath as his lips neared my ear.

“Even now you are more worried about being caught in a room where you are not supposed to be than you are with the fact that I am about to kiss you.”

Kiss me? Did he just say what I thought he said? He was going to kiss me. The words didn’t pierce through the fog in my brain in time for me to resist and when his lips pressed against mine, my body decided my brain needed to take a vacation…a long vacation. I leaned in as he deepened the kiss. His hand moved up to cup my cheek as his thumb gently pressed against my chin, so my mouth would open, and when it did, he took full advantage. His tongue swiftly swept inside and tangled with mine. I was shocked at my body’s eager response to his kiss.

I heard a soft moan pass from my lips and the sound seemed to excite him. He pressed my body back, and I felt his hands glide up my arms to the straps of my dress. My body shivered as he slid the strap down my arm, exposing my shoulder, and I felt the heady sensation as his lips moved against my neck where he feathered kisses down to the curve of my shoulder and along my collarbone. My eyes drifted closed, and I shivered as an unfamiliar sensation began to move through me. I had been kissed before, but nothing like this.

I tightly squeezed my legs together as I felt the warm moisture building there. His hands moved to the other strap, sliding it down farther till the tops of my breasts were exposed. I should stop this now before it goes any further. I really should. Shouldn’t I? Ok, just a few more minutes. As soon as he has finished kissing me, I definitely will stop him.

He shifted me, so I was lying completely on the sofa as he hovered above me, his eyes were compelling, magnetic, as they stared into mine. He pulled my dress down farther exposing my breasts to his hungry view. He took a moment to allow his gaze to focus on me, and I felt my cheeks burning crimson as he continued to rake his eyes over my bare skin. I raised my arms to cover myself, but he shook his head, a silent command in his expression, and just like that, I obediently moved them back to my sides.

“Beautiful. Absolutely perfect.” There was a sensual drawl to his voice that was both seductive and carnal.

The warmth of his palm, as he cupped my breasts before dipping his head lower, caused an involuntary tremor of arousal to pulse through me. His tongue flicked over my nipple; my back arched urging him to continue. The achy yearning I felt as his tongue continued to lave over my tender flesh surprised me. I cried out as his teeth nipped the skin on the side of my breast before sucking hard, no doubt leaving a bruise, a memento to remember this one night of recklessness.

The heat continued to build between my thighs, and I felt as if I might explode. I placed my hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, I found myself wanting to feel him, to explore the firmness beneath his shirt.

He sat up and unbuttoned a few more buttons before whipping the shirt over his head. Holy crap, the guy was ripped. I chewed my bottom lip as my hands glided over his rippled abs and firm chest, my pulse quickening.

“Go ahead, love. I’m all yours.” His voice was deep and sensual, sending a ripple of awareness through me.

I wanted more than to touch him; I wanted to taste. I leaned forward, hesitantly pressing my open lips to his warm skin. I had never done anything like this before and wasn’t sure what to do, but when I let my tongue lick him, taste him, he emitted a growl that reverberated through my body and like a cold glass of water tossed in my face, I came back to reality. I pushed against him, and he moved away from me. I quickly pulled my dress back into place and sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I brushed my hair aside.

“I…I’m sorry. I really should be going.”

“Why? You liked dipping your toes into the darkness, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

He let his fingers, once again, trace the curve of my cheek and I began questioning my reasons. “Inside the perfect, rule-following angel, there is a little part of you that likes being wicked. You crave it.”

I blinked a few times, trying to keep from falling under his trance again. “You don’t know me, and this was a mistake.” A very pleasant…no…a very hot mistake. “This isn’t me. I…I need to go. The interview tomorrow.”

He smiled as he stood from the sofa, grabbing his shirt and putting it back on. “Oh yes, the interview. I’ll have a car take you home.”

I pushed back the disappointment I felt when he didn’t try to coerce me to stay.

Something was wrong with me. I was disheartened that a strange man who I allowed to feel me up in a club didn’t try forcing me to stay longer.

I stood from the sofa, my knees a bit wobbly. He reached out and put a hand on my waist, the warmth and pressure of his fingertips nearly making me toss all my inhibitions aside.

“That isn’t necessary. I can just call Uber or take a taxi.”

His smile faltered a little. “No, my driver will take you home. I insist.”

The silent command in his expression returned, and I knew there was no use declining again. I nodded unable to form another refusal. He walked me back down the stairs and through the crowds. The blaring music and flashing bright lights seemed distant and fuzzy as we made our way to the club’s entrance. He raised his hand in the air and a man in a suit stepped forward.

“Take her home.”

The guy nodded and then stepped off to the side, giving us a moment. I ran my tongue along my lips, a habit I had developed when I was nervous.

“Thank you for the ride home, but it wasn’t necessary. I feel like I should say something along the lines of I have never done anything like that before, but you probably wouldn’t believe me. But it’s the truth, I don’t know what came over me.”

He leaned closer and kissed my cheek softly. “I know exactly what came over you, sweetheart.” He gave me a wink and turned to walk away.

His words held an underlying sensuality that was captivating. But I couldn’t help but feel like the world’s biggest idiot. Thankfully, I came to my senses before I did something I would regret even more. I took a deep steadying breath and turned to where the driver was waiting for me. I had to put this night behind me, forget about the mesmerizing hunky stranger I had allowed to take way too many liberties, and focus on the interview tomorrow because if I didn’t find a decent-paying job soon, I would have more trouble than I could handle.

Rogue

When I returned to my private booth at the back of the club, I found Blaze already there, an annoying half-smirk on his face.

“It didn’t take her long to get sick of you. Honestly, I thought you would have been able to last a bit longer. Disappointing.”

I reached for the bottle sitting in front of him and filled my glass. “Mind your own business. Have you seen Mr. Kent?”

“No, but he is probably in the office.”

“The girl applied for a job here. I want her application, and I want to know her interview time.”

Blaze grunted. “That girl? She won’t survive here. I can tell that from looking at her. She is too sweet, too innocent.” He took a sip of his drink and then narrowed his eyes as he stared across the table at me. “But that isn’t going to stop you from hiring her, is it?”

“No and isn’t going to stop the plans I have for her.”

Blaze stood from the booth. “She isn’t your type, Rogue.”

My brow furrowed as we glared at each other, the tension becoming thick. It was unlike Blaze to be so vocal and rarely did he give a shit about anyone or anything. So, it was puzzling to me that he had shown so much interest in the girl and my intentions. A sharp sense of selfishness coursed through me, and I felt the need to stake my claim.

“She is off-limits, Blaze.”

The left corner of his lips turned up slightly, and his smile was more predatory than humorous. “But for how long? If you remember, I did see her first.”

I wasn’t sure if he was issuing a challenge, or if he was merely trying to provoke me.

“I’ll tell Kent you are looking for him.” He drank the remainder of the whiskey in his glass and walked toward the back office, slapping the flirtatious waitress from earlier on the ass as he passed her.

I sat back in the booth, trying to tune out the music and noise surrounding me. Images of Bri lying beneath me passed through my head. There was something about her, something that made me look forward to the games I had planned for her. I normally didn’t get involved in the hiring of staff for the club, nor did a woman rarely hold my interest for longer than it took to fuck her, but this woman was different. It would be interesting to see her reaction tomorrow when she discovers exactly the type of man I am.