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“Are you sure?”
“Yes, there’s no one in this early anyway. Just wait inside, please. It would make me feel better, and…” Sloane paused. “I would drive a lot safer knowing you were inside somewhere dry.”
Dahlia snickered. Sloane was known for her guilt trips, but she wouldn’t argue with her friend.
“Okay.”
“Perfect! See you in a few.”
“Bye.” Dahlia hung up and dropped her phone in her bag. She was only a few feet from the door, but a gust of wind caught the edge of her umbrella and flipped it inside out, taking away any and all shelter from the rain. She gasped as it poured down over her. She stumbled toward the door, not even bothering to fight with her umbrella. She punched in the code, ripped open the door, and ran inside.
Thank God!
She shook off her umbrella, and rested it against the wall. Dahlia wiped her arms, shaking herself in hopes of losing some of the water. Impossible. It had soaked through her clothes, sending a cool chill over her body. The air conditioner was obviously on high, making an icy combination.
Dahlia rubbed her arms, glancing around the immediate area. It was dimly lit, with one leather couch against the wall and a table at the end. She considered sitting down, but if she had to guess, the couch was authentic leather.
Dahlia paced around the room, noticing the corner opening up into a hallway. I’m the only one here. She walked down, eyeing the art lining the walls. She’d never been into art or anything fancy. Give me a puppy print overthis mess any day of the week. She walked slowly, eyeing all the framed paintings. She shook her head, mentally mocking them. They had to be expensive. Somebody definitely overpaid.
She was so enamored with the art she hadn’t realized how far she’d walked until she got to the stairs.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Oh, shit!
****
“Trey?”
He glanced up from his desk to find his head of security, Jared, standing in the doorway. Trey and Rogue had separate security, but Jared served as lead on both teams. He’d been working in the Underground for about twelve years, starting as most did running drugs. Unlike some who got stagnant in their positions, Jared worked up the ranks, impressing Trey and even Rogue, which was not an easy task.
“Are you expecting someone? A woman?”
Trey knitted his brows and scoffed. No, but I could use one right now.
“No.”
“There’s a woman downstairs. She used the code to get in.”
Trey straightened in his seat. The only woman who had access to the code was Sloane, who everyone knew and wouldn’t have questioned. Trey turned to his computer, tapped the keys, pulled up the security cameras, and zoomed in on the interior entrance.
From his angle, it was difficult to make out her face. Rod, a new hire to the club, towered over her and had the woman backed into the corner of the small room. Trey turned on the sound.
“Who the fuck are you? Give me your fucking name!” Rod shouted.
His tone was aggressive and menacing. It was exactly what he’d expect his men to use with anyone daring to infiltrate their club.
Trey hadn’t heard the response.
“Louder!”
“Dahlia Carter.” Her tone, even shaky and shouting, was gentle. And scared.
Trey’s back went rigid, and his muscles tightened. He knew the name, but more importantly, recognized the soft voice. It wasn’t quite high-pitched but overly feminine and sultry—usually. Now, her voice shook slightly, lacking confidence. He stared down at the screen. He didn’t have the best visual with Rod blocking her, but as his gaze drifted down to her legs, he ground his teeth. It was Dahlia. They’d only had a few interactions, but it was enough to have every inch of her body and face ingrained in his mind.
Trey balled his fists, glaring down at the screen. He’d known this day would come. After much encouragement, a bartered deal, and an egregious amount of begging from the manager, Sloane, Trey had allowed Dahlia an interview to work at the club. However, Sloane hadn’t mentioned exactly when.
“How the fuck did you get in?” Rod snapped harshly, and Trey jerked his head toward the screen. His security now had her pressed against the wall, and her hand shook as she lifted it in defense.
