Page 70 of Fearless Sinner

Annoyingly, but predictably, by the time Dante and Jaxon got to New Jersey the factory was empty. When the gunmen attacked us I guessed word would spread to New Jersey.

I also guessed that the backup crew might have been tipped off by either the Mazzone guys or one of the men we held back for interrogation.

Now that I have something to work with, I know where to go. Just knowing that Lance is Russian helps. Sure, it’s still like attempting to pick air molecules apart, but it’s something.

I reach home ten minutes later and all I want is Chloe. I want to feel her next to me and bury myself inside her.

But now that I have it confirmed that a target is on my back, should I really get involved with her?

Shit. I’m already involved. I’m more than involved and I already have the instinct to protect her. I felt it the moment I found out about Nathan.

I gave her some time to herself yesterday and today because I knew she would have wanted to be with her mother, but I should make contact.

If another night passes and I don’t call her or see her, she’s going to think the other night was just about sex.

Once I’m inside my house I grab a beer, sink into the sofa, and use the tracker on my phone to check where Chloe is.

It’s after eleven so she should be home, but when the tracker tells me she’s at Decadence, a sex club, I nearly shed my skin.

The thing must be broken. I check the software by tracking myself, and it shows I’m exactly where I am. So it’s not broken.

But why would Chloe be in a sex club?

What if her phone got stolen?

Or she’s really there?

I get up, already heading through the door. No point sitting on my arse and making assumptions.

I’m going to see for myself.

Chapter Nineteen

Chloe

I remember when Roxanne first told me about sex clubs. I was sixteen and didn’t believe her.

I thought she was making it up to screw with me because I was so shy about any talk about sex.

Roxanne was the sexually adventurous girl who’d lost her V-card when she was sixteen. By eighteen she was a woman of the world dating older men who knew about the darker tastes of life.

For years, I still didn’t believe her until she took me to one. I was in there for about ten minutes before I’d had more than I could stand of watching people fucking.

Now I work in a sex club and I suppose I’m probably going to be classed as a glorified sex-worker. I have my first booking tonight.

I arrived half an hour ago for a quick tour of the place with the lady who takes care of the girls. When she finished the tour she directed me to the dressing room, which is where I’m heading now.

I’m walking along the balcony looking at all the action happening below on the club floor. There are groups of naked people as far as my eye can see. And all of them are fucking.

All together they look like a massive orgy, and everyone looks like they’re having the time of their lives.

God. I can’t believe I’m here.

I got the job last night within minutes of inquiring. The manager, a man who was just as sleazy as the bouncer, took one look at my breasts and hired me on the spot. I’ll get three grand per night because I agreed to take part in their private bookings where the patrons can hire a Starlet to strip and fuck each member of their party. No matter how large the group.

The group I have tonight is a party of fifteen men.

I have only been with three men in my entire life. Jack from high school, who was my first boyfriend, who decided he wanted to bed me and dump me on prom night, Nate the devil, and Cillian.

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