Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“You’re right,” I say, actually believing him. He’s right. I can’t deny the fact that Bane is not the type of man to be fucked with. “I won’t make a move on her. I’ll push it down.” Easier said than done.
But it’s something I need to do.
As hard as it’ll be.
No pun intended.
The lights of the club blind me as I step out of my office to head downstairs to meet Bane and his soon-to-be blushing bride.
There’s a commotion on the bottom floor, and I race down the stairs to see what’s going on.
I spot Hurley, one of the men on my security team, holding back two men going at each other.
What catches my attention more is the fact Posey’s in the middle of it all.
I push my way through the gathering crowd, and grab a man by the back of the neck that’s trying to paw all over Posey. “You touch her again and I will end your life.” I push him at Ranger, another one of my security team, and turn my attention to Posey. “Are you okay?” I ask her, wrapping an arm around her waist to move her away from the commotion.
“I…I think so,” she says, her eyes wide. She’s clearly shaken up from everything going on.
I drop my arms from her as soon as we’re far enough away from the fight. “What happened?”
She glances over at the men fighting and then back at me. “I’m not really sure.”
Bane appears, and then there’re two loud pops fired off.
Gunfire.
Bane looks at me. “Get her out of here. Somewhere safe,” he barks at me, and I don’t need to think twice.
I give him a quick nod, and lift Posey to where I’m carrying her caveman style out of the club. I go through the back, where my Lamborghini is parked, and set her down. “Get in,” I tell her, fishing the key fob out of my pocket. I slide in at the same time Posey slides into the front seat. I start the engine, and peel out of the back area of Club Greed.
“Where are we going?” Posey asks me once the club is nearly gone from my rearview.
“My place,” I tell her, not trusting to take her anywhere else. I hit a key, calling Dev through the car’s bluetooth system.
“Hey, what’s up?” Dev’s voice sounds through the car speakers.
“There’s been gunshots at Club Greed.”
There’s movement on Dev’s side, like he’s getting up from sitting. “What’s going on? Who fired the shots?” he launches question after question.
“I’m not sure. I think Bane Delgado was the target.”
“Did he get hurt? Did anyone get hurt?”
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “I’m not sure. Bane told me to get Posey to safety.”
“So where are you taking her?”
“My place.”
“Okay, let me call Hurley, and figure this all out.”
We hang up after a quick goodbye. And I let out a deep breath. “Are you okay?” I ask Posey.
She’s lost in thought, looking out the window, and when I speak she turns to face me. “I was so scared, Ledger.”
I place a hand on top of her knee, wanting to comfort her in some way. “You’re safe now.”
Her body visibly relaxes under my palm. “I feel safe with you.”
My hand itches to move. I want to trail it up her thigh, maybe under her dress, but I don’t. Instead I withdraw my hand and place it back on the wheel. “You’re always safe with me.”
She snuggles into the leather of the front seat as I maneuver toward my condo downtown. I have no idea what’s going on back at the club, or when Bane’s going to call me to bring Posey to him, but for now she’s safe with me.
And that’s right where I like her.
We pull into the parking garage of my building, and I park the car.
“Wait here, I’ll get your door.” I exit the vehicle and make my way around the car. I open her door, and put my hand out for her to take.
“I can open my own car door,” she says, as she gets out.
“I know you can, but I want to keep you safe.”
She doesn’t drop my hand. “I appreciate it.”
I keep a hold of her hand all the way to the elevator. Once we step inside the lift, I drop her hand. I miss the feel of her tiny hand in mine. The warmth of it. Once we exit the elevator, I open the door to my place.
“Home sweet home,” I say.
Posey steps in and her eyes roam the space, taking in my artwork lining the walls. “Wow, are all of these yours?”
I remove my suit jacket, lying it neatly across the kitchen island. I nod, moving behind her, my hands in my pockets. “Yeah, they are.” I don’t bring many people here. Honestly I haven’t had anyone in my condo that isn’t related to me in ages.