Page 18 of Room One Hundred and Six

“Who told you where to find us? You had to have a lot of time to get ready and be in our booth. I didn’t set the meeting place until thirty minutes beforehand.”

I lift a shoulder, “I guess you’ll never know. Word to the wise. Never go to a sex club to hook up with millions in gems in your pocket.” I pat the empty pocket of Jasper’s jacket, earning a rumble of irritation from the man.

His dark grin has me swallowing the lump of dread forming in my throat. “Touché. Lesson learned.” He cocks his head to the side. “You caught me off guard twice this evening. That has never happened before.” He pauses, considering me in silence for a moment.

I take another step back.

“Not another foot. Or you will be sorry.”

Jasper’s voice drips with an unspoken dare I can’t resist and I do exactly what he warns against. Dark hair falls over a smooth forehead making him look more dangerous.

Shayne closes the gap between us, his muscular body is a visual gift I need to look away from. “Where are you going, tigress?”

His voice is low and as daring as his brothers.

I hold a hand up like the simple act will stop him from invading my personal space. As predicted, he knocks my hand away and takes my chin between his thumb and finger.

With his other hand, he searches the jacket for the loot. “Sneaky tigress. Where did you stash them?” He sounds more amused than his brother.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to ask.” The corner of my mouth tilts upward in a sly grin.

All I need to do is get myself on the other side of a door with a lock. And then I can make a plan C for how to get out of here. Ivy picked a hell of a time to go dark.

“Anything?” I ask.

Nothing. Not even the crackle of static.

I’m all alone. Nothing new. But I’d hoped being a Belladonna meant someone had my back.

Jasper comes to stand beside Shayne. I’m blocked, but if I move fast enough, I can probably dodge their hands and get to room one hundred and six.

A couple of steps and Voss joins his brothers, killing my idea.

“Who are you speaking to?” he asks.

Playing the quiet one until now, I'm surprised by the wave of body heat that slams into me. It steals my breath just like the man. “Don’t push us to get answers from you. Our methods of interrogation won’t be as docile as our loving caresses.”

As he speaks, the man reaches out and tucks a wayward curl behind my ear. But it’s not that slight touch that has my heart racing and chills erupting over my skin. It is the way he leans in, bringing his intoxicating scent with him to whisper, “Give us the diamonds and we’ll reward you, jungle flower. You can still be ours. We’ll all share your wild honey. Trust us.”

Those two words kill me a little more on the inside. My father trusted the people he worked with and that got him killed. I don’t blame the Ambrose brothers for his death. I blame my father for not being more on guard. And here I am being a hypocrite and not keeping my own defenses in place.

Voss’ black eyes shimmer with wicked intent when he pulls back and our gazes connect. “Is that a promise?” His hair dips to hang over his forehead in a way that begs for me to slip my fingers into it as I ride him from above. My pussy clenches and releases at the idea. They’ve released a siren inside me I don’t know how to wrestle back into submission.

Shayne holds his hand out. “The choice is yours. I’ve given you a way out. Will you take it?”

Stella’s sleeping face lingers in my mind's eye. I hand the diamonds over so easily and I’ll never have the money I need to help her. No, I’ll have to see this through. Ivy won’t refuse me my earned fifty thousand when I show up with a heavy loot.

“Do you three always work in tandem so well?”

“Another question you can find the answer to if you give us the diamonds.”

When my mouth doesn’t move fast enough for their liking, Jasper steps into me. His moves are fast, concise. Purposeful. He pins me to the nearest door and latches a hand around my throat.

I gasp, shocked more by the speed of his movements, than having his fingers close around my neck.

It’s wrong. I should not like the brutality in his touch.

But I could not be wetter. Do I fear him? I don’t know. The danger he exudes simply breathing makes my nipples hard and my clit throb.

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