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Carefully leaning forward, he grabs a pen and pad of paper and scribbles an address on it before handing it to Mason with a look of bleeding fear in his eyes.
I find myself wondering what Mason did to him years ago, but I hope it was everything he deserved.
“Thank you,” Mason replies with fake politeness. His voice is little more than a hum. Like a vampire in the night, right before he leaves his victim on the brink of death. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be leaving. Smells like come and piss in here.”
Mason grabs me around the waist and steers me toward the door, but before we reach it, he stops.
“Oh, and I don’t think I need to remind you, you didn’t see us tonight.”
A slow, quiet nod from Drew.
“Good.”
Mason
Fucking Drew Marshall.
I should have known he’d be involved in this shit, somehow.
It’s like my family gets rid of one venomous snake and another falls from the fucking sky.
Now, I’m involved, too and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him near my family again, let alone Hannah. Not after what he did to Bailey.
The fear in his eyes wasn’t undeserving. A couple years ago, when he tied my sister to the bed and left her to go on vacation, Drew found himself with a few shattered ribs, a broken nose,and in need of a whole hell of a lot of stitches to fix the damage I’d done to his pretty face.
Drew’s the kind of man who likes to watch others bleed. He likes their pain—he gets off on it. The women he fucks always end up bruised and battered when he’s finished and my sister was no exception.
I’ll be damned if he gets so much as a whiff of Hannah’s perfume after tonight.
Sex has always been at the forefront of Marshall’s mind. Deranged sex, bordering on depravity. Humiliation, blood, welts that don’t heal for a week. It’s what makes the Inner Sanctum so . . . exclusive. You don’t get in without an invite. You don’t get out without scars.
It was a mistake to bring Hannah here, but it would have been an even bigger one to let her come alone. If I hadn’t been with her, I’m not sure she would have made it back to her little pink cottage, much less gotten the information she needs.
That is, without losing that light that makes her Hannah fucking Gaines.
Perfection in a little five-foot-five redhead.
“Mason?” she breathes, damn near running to keep up with me as I tug her through the crowded club and toward the exit. There are no rules at the Inner Sanctum and it’s evident as we make our way through. Thank fuck, Hannah didn’t notice half the shit I did. I’m not sure she’d be able to stomach some of the very . . . unusual tastes of some of the patrons.
Finally, when we reach the door, I push her in front of me and lead her out, the tension radiating through me, volatile.
In the dark streets outside the club, I take a breath, slowing my pace. It’s cooler now that the sun has set, and it feels good after the inferno of hell that is the Inner Sanctum.
I fucking hate sex clubs. I hate clubs in general, but the Inner Sanctum is a cesspool for the self-righteous. The people that think they’re entitled to get off on whatever they want and in a lot of ways, they are—just not at the expense of others.
I’ve seen the other side of that coin and when there’s no one drawing a line in the sand, things become . . . hazy. Horrific.
I was twenty-three the last time I came here, coincidentally the same age Hannah is now.
“Mason,slow down,” she grits and when I don’t immediately stop, she jerks her hand out of my grasp. I spin, but she’s already storming past me and to the truck.
“What’s your problem?” I grit, voice strained with the irritation coiling through me. I brought her here. I went above and beyond. I fucking threatened a man at gunpoint to get information about her maggot of a sister.
All for fucking her. Because I can’t stop and I for damn sure can’t help myself.
“What is wrong with you?” she snaps, whirling on me when she reaches the truck. I step right into her until her ass is pressed into the cool door behind her, both my hands on the truck window on either side of her head.
“I think I should be asking you that very same question.”
