Page 91 of Killer Kiss

“Pretty lady,” he greeted with a wink.

Ew.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the low growl from behind me did all the talking required. The man took one glimpse of the possessive gleam in Augie’s eye and hightailed it down the hallway toward the private rooms.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “You gonna growl at every man who propositions me tonight? We’re at a sex club. Your throat is going to get sore.”

He tucked himself in tight behind me, palm grazing over my ass. “Not as sore as yours probably is from the way you sucked my cock in there.”

I smiled to myself and at the memory of taking his dick so deep it had hit the back of my throat. “Not sore enough to not want to do it again.”

He groaned, but we both knew I couldn’t. It was getting late, and we’d come here for a reason.

“What does this Zane guy even look like?” Augie gazed around the club filled with men. “This is like searching for a needle in a haystack.”

I didn’t disagree, but we had such little information on Fawn and her whereabouts, I had to take any opportunity that came our way.

So yes, finding Zane here when I hadn’t seen the man in years and only remembered him as a teenager wasn’t going to be easy. But it had given me a night with Augie.

And it had taken my mind off the fact I was rapidly running out of days and excuses not to kill him.

“I searched for him online,” I admitted, “but didn’t get very far. He doesn’t have a social media presence that I could find.”

“Smart move if you’re a piece of shit trafficking women,” Augie muttered.

My heart sank. “Is that what you think they’re doing?”

Augie shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe not. The fact she’s Eddie’s ex says maybe this is more personal for him. But I’ve heard rumors around town lately. Some hotshot businessmen went down for trafficking, so I know it’s happening here.”

My stomach turned to lead at the thought of my sister being sold to some creep who would just pump her full of drugs and use her until her body gave up.

I didn’t want to think about the fact there was a very real possibility that Eddie, trafficker or not, was doing that to her right now.

While I had the time of my life, fucking one of her closest friends.

I looked away.

Augie reached out and took my chin, turning me back to face him. “What just happened? Where’d you go in your head just now?”

“We’re awful people.”

He squinted at me. “I’m no saint, but you’re a sweetheart.”

I choked on a laugh at how absurd that was. “You don’t know me, Augie.”

“I do.”

I shook my head. “We fucked once. You made me come a couple of other times. But sex isn’t intimacy. You know nothing about who I am or what I’ve done.”

Embarrassingly, tears welled in my eyes. They were tears of frustration and anger more than anything else, but I hated them nonetheless.

“Tears are a sign of weakness,” my mother’s voice rang in my head. “You never cry in front of a man, Ophelia. He will eat you alive if you just give away your weaknesses like that.”

I hated her voice. Hated that she was so often right and that I wore my weaknesses on my sleeve more than I should.

I couldn’t cry in public. Not here.

Augie wouldn’t let me turn away though.

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