Page 63 of Ruthless Savage

“The auction. I hear Mason wants a virgin bride. Seems to me you have yourself a dilemma. And I’m in the business of solving them.”

“I—”

I don’t know what to say. Can I really do this?

“What if someone finds out?” I ask. “What if the person who wins hurts me?”

“We have a strict policy on that. As part of your application, you write down your likes and dislikes. If someone does anything you don’t approve of, I will personally oversee their permanent removal.”

“By removal, do you mean…”

He chuckles, and there’s something callous hiding in plain sight.

My God. I’ve stepped into the lion’s den.

“I do hope you join one of the scenes here at the very least. I promise it’ll change you. Now, I must go. But you have yourself a wonderful evening, Ms. Quinn.” He picks up my hand and kisses the top of it. “Always a pleasure.”

Then he stalks away like the devil in a suit he is.

DEVLIN

I can’t believe I let her return to the club. And yes, she’s only here because I allowed it. That’s because I’m a bastard who wants more of what happened the last time.

She thinks she’s clever, running off in Karen’s car once again, but I’ll let her have her fun, thinking she got the better of me.

As soon as she walks into the club with her friends, I’m at the door with the mask on my face. Same one Konstantin gave me last time.

The doorman scans it, then his attention bounces between me and the tablet screen in front of him.

“Wait here.” He removes a walkie-talkie and says some shite in Russian.

Great. Gonna have myself some trouble, aren’t I?

He slips the device back in his pocket, then scans the others gathering behind me.

From the back of the building, a man walks out. He doesn’t wear a mask, like he’s unafraid to be seen. His mouth twitches as he marches up to me, tats running from his neck up to the side of his head.

“You’re not welcome here,” he informs me. “Go. Before I change my mind.”

“Not sure who you think you’re talking to, but I’m not going anywhere. I’m a member now.”

He whips out a nine-mil and points it at my head, and some of the women gasp and run inside.

“Not a great way to do business. What would your boss think?” A smirk eases onto my mouth as I enjoy the irritation growing on his smug face.

He’s a little younger than Konstantin, and I see some resemblance: dark eyes, dark buzzed hair. This must be another Marinov.

I reach my hand into my waistband.

“If you try to get that gun, my men on the roof will have your brain splattered on the floor before you can even remove it.”

“Maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll have blown your balls off before you get your shot.”

“Eta suka okhu`el.” He laughs with the doorman.

“Not polite to speak in another language while you’ve got company.”

“I called you a little bitch.” He grins, pressing his thumb on the trigger.

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