Page 59 of Pitiful Lies

Luc and Nico are wiping their hands on the wet towels some of our guys brought out. The cleaning crew is here already.

I change my shirt for a solid black one that one of my guys is holding out to me.

I still feel amped, and he doesn’t meet my gaze, which is good.

These pricks walk into our club and try to fuck with our women.

Hell no.

I am the Enforcer. No one gets away with this shit on my watch.

It’s only been minutes, but I am anxious to get back.

Yes, I sent my guys to form a perimeter around the three females who belong to us. But now I need to see her with my own eyes.

We walk back inside. The same dark energy coming off of me is rolling off Nico and Luc in waves.

People move out of our way.

Satisfaction rolls through me when I see two feet of space open up around them. My guys have discreetly pushed back the crowd, allowing our girls the ability to have some fun without being harassed.

I can’t begin to count the number of times I witnessed a woman having to deal with some pushy asshole on the dance floor. As if every time a female wanted to let loose, it was some open invitation for fuckheads to come on to her.

It’s something all women put up with. They shouldn’t have to. It’s fucked up. But that’s life.

Well, for everyone else, maybe.

But not these women. Not our women.

Anna and Maria are oblivious, but Giselle notices. She looks around and sees my guys, sees the space they created just for them, and she turns to me.

Her celery green eyes sparkle like gems and my lungs seize. She is so fucking pretty.

She mouths thank you and pride fills me that I was able to do that for her. To create an atmosphere where she and her besties could just do whatever they wanted.

I nod my head slightly in acknowledgment, and she sends me a wink that goes straight to my aching cock. My eyes eat her up.

Her curves are fucking glorious, and when she moves her ass, bouncing around like that, I swear to God my cock jumps in time with her.

I want her.

I need her.

And it’s time I told her what that means.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN-ANGEL

Hours later

All night long I’ve had my libido on a low simmer, but as we ride together in the elevator, it comes roaring back to a rolling boil.

“Angel,” she says my name, but I shake my head.

She closes her mouth as the cabin opens. I nod my head at my guard, and I take her arm, leading her to the front door.

I can’t let her speak. Definitely can’t hear her say my name. If I listen to that husky voice of hers, I might come in my pants.

My heart is thundering inside my chest like hooves of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Something is about to change.

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