Page 32 of Crave Me

As they snapped into action and carried their fellow club member out, Raze thumbed the side door just past the bar. “Let’s talk.”

I nodded and he led the way out, slamming his hand into the door, before stepping out in the night at a quiet area devoid of anything or anyone around this part of the bar.

As the door shut behind me, I walked out to meet him.

“Still not pulling any punches, yeah?”

“He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He needed a lesson.”

“That shithead is on his way out of the club anyway. Had a load of trouble with him. Got one of my enforcers lined up to take over the SAA role real soon.”

“Good,” I grunted.

“What brings you down to my territory? Unannounced, too.” He thumbed the bar. “You know, I was throat-deep in a hella good blowjob when you showed up.” He eyed me salaciously. “Up for compensating me there?”

I tossed him a withering look. “Please. We both know I’m not your type.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

He grinned and folded his arms across his chest. “So? Get to it so I can go back to getting my dick wet.”

Urgh. “You lent your transport services to Elijah Bane recently.”

He tensed, his grin faltering. “Where are you getting that?”

“Spare me the denial. We’re beyond mere rumors, I have proof.” I stepped closer. “I need access to your system to track the two still in his possession.”

“That’s a hell of an ask.”

“I’m under no illusions that you’ll hand over the intel out of the goodness of your heart.”

He shifted his weight. “All right then, make me an offer.”

“Two fights. I’ll take a dive.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Undo the humiliation you caused my club when you destroyed one of my boys last time around? All the coin you cost me from losing that major bet?”

I nodded. “My rep’s only gotten stronger since then. My presence will guarantee a major turnout. A shit-ton of bets will be on me. You’ll have it made.”

“You get that doing this will destroy your standing in the underground fighting circuits? Everything you spent years building will be fucked beyond belief.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Nah, it’s not enough to risk giving you that information.”

“There’s a fight venue in Rossun that attracts some big-time wealthy spectators. These people spent tens of thousands of dollars betting on fighters. Even one fight there is gonna make you big bank.” I eyeballed him. “As for you being shit-scared of Elijah Bane coming after you and your club for giving up this intel, he’s not going to be a factor soon. He’s marked by Caspian King.”

“I heard, but Elijah is slippery. That’s no guarantee.”

Fine. He wanted to play hardball, that was what we’d do.

I unzipped my jacket and pulled out the envelope of photos from my inside pocket.

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