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When the affirmative came in, I cut them off again. I didn’t need the damn address. “Squad car nineteen responding. Estimated time of arrival, two minutes.”
Without any instruction from me, Richards switched on the siren and put his foot down on the gas.
Maybe I did like something about him after all. At least the guy could drive.
The Saint View streets blurred outside my window, and my heart rate picked up with every passing mile. “Come on, come on,” I mumbled.
Eve would be inside. The call hadn’t mentioned any injured parties, but that didn’t necessarily mean we weren’t about to pull up to a club full of injured people.
Or worse. Dead ones.
The thought of Eve lying dead in a pool of blood the same way Jayela had been stole the breath from my lungs, leaving behind a terror I now knew all too well.
I couldn’t breathe.
Richards bumped up the curb, stopping with a screech of tires in the club’s parking lot. I jumped out, not even waiting for him to put it in park. Recklessly, I slammed my way through the front doors and inside the club.
No bodies. No blood. And the woman standing in the middle of the room was not the one I’d expected.
“Mae? What the hell?” I stormed over to Jayela’s sister and grabbed her by the tops of her arms. “What are you doing here? Were you here during the shooting?”
She nodded. “I was the one who called the police.”
I glanced to her left and realized I knew the man she was with. Liam Banks. He’d prosecuted some cases Jayela and I had worked on, and I’d heard just a few days ago that he’d picked up Heath Michaelson’s defense case. “Good. It’s about time somebody around here did the right thing.”
Eve chose that moment to burst through the door, eyes wide and hair wild.
I stared at her, drinking her in, gaze roaming over every inch of her body, making sure none were marked with bullet holes.
She was completely intact.
And pissed as hell.
Her gaze bounced around the club, surveying the damage. But I couldn’t stop looking at her. She had a silky robe tied around her waist that was so short it showed off the tops of her bare thighs. The robe gaped open at the top, revealing her perfect cleavage and the hint of deep-cut lace. Lust shot through me hard and fast. Her feet were covered by fluffy slippers, but it did nothing to dampen the need building inside me, or the relief that she wasn’t hurt.
Her gaze finally landed on me and Richards, and her lip curled. “Get the hell out of my club, Boston. I’ve got this.”
I narrowed my eyes. I didn’t want to hear any more from her, “I’m from Saint View, we don’t run by your rules,” bullshit. I was still fuming over her not reporting that letter, and I was frankly sick of people changing the rules to suit themselves. Her. The chief. The Reeds. “Your club is now a crime scene,Evil. So how aboutyouget the hell out. You’re holding up my investigation.”
At the taunting nickname, Eve shot me a look that tightened my balls. I was pretty glad I wasn’t in kicking distance because she probably would have gone for it.
“I have rights,” she seethed.
“You do. Like the right to let me work out what the hell happened here tonight. Don’t make me arrest you, Eve. Not again.”
More squad cars arrived, and she was forced back behind black-and-yellow crime scene tape. But her gaze followed me while I took statements from Mae and Liam and helped the photographers and crime scene analysts with their jobs. Hours passed, and Eve didn’t move. The night air turned chilly, and yet she stood there in the doorway, a complete and utter sex bomb with barely any clothes on.
Every glance I dared to make in her direction was met with fire in her eyes. Hours after I’d first walked through the door, I let out a long sigh. “Eve, go home. You can’t do anything here tonight.” Or this morning really, as it was well past midnight.
“I’m not leaving. This place needs to be back in order in time for the show tonight.”
“There’s not a chance. You won’t even be able to get back in here for a few more hours, and then there’ll be repairs and cleaning…”
“I’m not leaving.”
Jesus Christ, she was the most exasperating woman I’d ever met. I stomped into the dressing rooms and, not finding what I was after, changed direction and found myself in a small office.
I instantly recognized the back wall as the one in the video Eve had sent while she’d orgasmed. My dick twitched in my pants at the thought of her doing that here. In that seat. Fuck. I grabbed a blanket from an armchair in the corner and marched back out to where she stood behind the tape. I thrust the blanket at her. “Here.”
