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As he stepped out of the small bathroom in his office, Angelica demurely seated herself on the sofa. Bare-faced. Hair wet from her shower. Dillon was perched on one arm, Taylor the other. Axel stood in front of the door.
Party’s over, vamp chick.
Angelica folded her hands in her lap and lowered her gaze, attempting to appear contrite. He didn’t buy it for a second. Brendan stood in front of his desk, and crossing his arms over his unbuttoned shirt, leaned back against it, stretching out his legs in front of him. He was still angry, but it was in check, his initial rage now tempered.
She cleared her throat and raised her gaze to his. “You don’t have to tell me. I know I’m out of here regardless, but I’m sorry—”
“Sorry?” Dillon interrupted. “Look at what you did—you sliced him!” he yelled. “He should press charges.”
“He’ll be fine.” Angelica smirked at Dillon. “I know what I’m doing.”
“You want to tell us what that was all about?” Dillon threw his hands up in the air, then looked at Brendan. “And why were you out there? Where the fuck is Milo?”
Brendan winked at her with a grin. “Yes, Angelica. Tell him, and don’t leave anything out.”
She huffed out a breath and looked up at the ceiling. “Salena made sure he wouldn’t make it here tonight.”
Taylor’s eyes widened. Brendan could see Axel struggling to keep his expression impassive. Dillon looked momentarily dumbfounded. He shook his head like maybe he hadn’t heard her right, then smashed his fist on the side table. “What. The. Fuck?” He rubbed the side of his hand. “Spill it, Angelica. All of it.”
“She called me yesterday. Said she needed me to do her a favor and get a message to Brendan.” Angelica shrugged while her head bobbed from side to side, like she didn’t understand what the big deal was.
Dillon’s brow shot up. “And what was the message?”
“No more foreplay,” Brendan supplied. “She’s ready to fuck.”
Dillon wouldn’t get it. He wasn’t at last year’s masquerade ball when she uttered that threat, but Taylor was there. He looked at Brendan. No words needed to be spoken. Taylor got her message loud and clear.
Angelica allowed a wicked giggle to escape. “And she was quite insistent on exactly how she wanted the message delivered.” She glanced up at him again. “Sal’s my friend.”
“Salena does not have friends,” Brendan sneered. “She uses and manipulates people.”
“You don’t know shit, Bren. Sal has lots of friends. Important friends.” Angelica winked. “I’m her friend. Besides, I got what I wanted—to taste you and fuck you.” She swiped her tongue slowly back and forth across her bottom lip and grinned. “Just like she said I would. Win-win.”
“She certainly sounds like she’s sorry to me,” Taylor said, rolling his eyes.
“I guess I’m really not,” Angelica responded with a scornful smirk. “Well, maybe just a little.”
Brendan had heard more than enough. He just wanted this girl out of his club and out of his sight. “Axel.”
He didn’t have to say anything else.
“Got it, boss.”
Once they left and the door closed behind them, Taylor and Dillon slid off the arms to the cushions of the sofa. Brendan grabbed a bottle from his desk and poured a finger of whiskey into a glass.
“I need a drink.” He turned to the sofa. “How about you?”
Taylor and Dillon exchanged a glance, then his cousin spoke. “Your, uh…your girl was here.”
His mind blanked for a second.
My girl?
Fuck!
No, Dillon couldn’t possibly be talking about Katelyn. He wanted her to be his, and after today she was going to be his. But Dillon didn’t know that. No one knew that. She couldn’t have gotten in here anyway. So who the fuck was he talking about?
“What?”
