Page 60 of Torn In Two

HAWK

Ihit Sinners’ doorbell at least four times before I realized nobody was answering it. I stopped the incessant ringing that had really only been to antagonize Chaos. I’d figured he’d come to the door scowling, giving me that look that was so fucking hot it just encouraged further torment. But when me repeatedly playing the too-cheerful doorbell music didn’t have the effect of summoning the chef I wanted to badger some more, a kernel of worry lit up inside me.

I peered through the glass, only able to see the front dining area. Everything seemed fine, nothing out of place. But no movement either.

“Kara! Are you and shit for brains in there?” I rattled the doors, but the locks held.

A crash from somewhere deep in the building came, and my worry started up in earnest. “Kara!”

I took a few steps back, contemplating throwing a rock through the front window. But if everything was fine and they’d just stepped out for a smoke or something, Chaos would probably be pretty damn pissed off I’d messed up his window when he was only a few days out from opening the place. It wasn’t like Providence was a big town. Getting tradespeople in to fix something in a timely manner wasn’t always possible.

Though Luca fucking Guerra probably had connections he could just snap his fingers at. Which only irritated me all the more.

Calling Chaos every name under the sun, I jogged around to the back, finding a rear entrance that only had a simple lock I picked in under thirty seconds.

My old man hadn’t taught me much in life, but he’d been a damn good thief, and picking locks had been his specialty.

Of course, that had been a whole lot easier in his day, back when nobody had state-of-the-art security systems like they did these days in Providence.

I half expected one such alarm to start blaring, but all I found was a security door that had been left open. Chaos’s truck was still in the parking lot, so unless they’d gone for some sort of romantic stroll around town, they had to be here somewhere.

The thought of them walking around holding hands had me wanting to murder someone.

Only more so when I followed the hallway straight into a dead end…with a motherfucking dildo wall.

I cocked my head, staring at the array of knee-to-waist-height dildos attached to the drywall. “What sort of porno Narnia did I just walk into?” I glanced back over my shoulder just to check I could still see the door that led to the parking lot. Not having anywhere else to go, I went back there and tried the hallway that led in the opposite direction.

My eyes widened as I wandered the dark hallways filled with sex toys and leather benches and—I stared at the huge spa. “Oh, ew. You kinky fucking asshole. You gonna let people fuck in that thing and have their spoof just floating around in it for anyone to get all coated in? Do you have any idea how many germs these things hold in the first place? Let alone when you let people do…that.” I gagged, skin crawling at how damn unhygienic a spa in a sex club would be.

Their chlorine bill was going to be through the roof.

“Sex maze,” I muttered, turning around at another dead end, this one fully walled with mirrors so you could fuck and check yourself out at the same time, I supposed. “You built a motherfucking sex maze. Unbelievable.” Every corner revealed new setups for various kinks, and by the time I made it out the other side, I was vaguely turned on.

That only pissed me off more.

Psychos was my club. I might not have had a stake in the ownership like Bliss and Nash did, but they were my people, so Psychos was too.

I didn’t want to be intrigued by whatever fuckface and Luca Guerra were doing over here.

Cranky I already knew a sex maze was going to draw interest and provide competition to Psychos, I slammed my way through a heavy wooden door and found myself outside the bathrooms, the kitchen through the next doorway and a complete fucking mess.

I peered around at everything sitting on the countertops, meat sweating, just waiting to give someone food poisoning. “What kind of a fucking chef leaves everything sitting out like this and goes strolling around town?” I poked at a steak the size of my head. It was probably a one-hundred-dollar cut of meat that was now warm to the touch and most definitely ruined unless you wanted to be sitting on the shitter all night. “Criminal.” I picked it up with two fingers and tossed it into the trash.

“Hawk?”

I paused, head swiveling around the room trying to work out where the voice had come from.

“Uh, yeah?”

The pantry door rattled, and Kara’s voice came from the other side. “We’re in here! In the pantry!”

I peered at the door that wasn’t moving, then took a few long strides to yank down on the handle.

Kara and Hayden were on the other side.

Fully dressed but looking guilty as fuck.

I narrowed my eyes at Kara’s messed-up hair and Chaos’s swollen lips. “What is this? Seven minutes in Heaven?” I crinkled my nose. “I thought this was supposed to be a nice restaurant? But you’ve got a kink playground out in back, and the two of you reek of sex. Seven minutes in Heaven, indeed.”

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