Page 46 of Indecent Villain

“Where are we going?” Kinsley asks as Salem helps her rearrange herself behind me.

“Den of Filth,” Salem says, and snorts.

“Oh, sounds kinky.”

Fuck me.

It’s fucking exhilarating havingKinsley on the back of my bike. Her tight grip around my waist, the way her legs press close to mine, and her excitement have given me one hell of a hard-on.

I will it away now as I take Kinsley’s hand. “Don’t let go.”

We enter the clubhouse. The wooden floor beneath my feet shudders as the loud racket they call music bounces off the walls. I squeeze Kinsley’s hand once more to reassure her.

Smoke fills the atmosphere from all the fucking chain smokers. Salem shoves a beer into my hand and a Pepsi into Kinsley’s before heading to the pool table. We make our way over to Prez. A couple of guys leave, and we take their vacated seats.

“What is a sweet thing like you doing with this asshole?” Prez tips his chin, indicating me.

“He’s my asshole.”

I raise a brow, and Kinsley smirks.

Prez laughs. “I like her. She will be safe here. I give you my word.”

“Appreciated.” I pause. “Edge.” I get the meeting on track.

"If you want intel on Edge, then you're going to be disappointed. I can't figure the bastard out these days, but I will tell you that I don’t think it was Edge’s men who showed up last night.” He lets that sink in, and says, “However, I will agree that something is going on with him.”

"Why?"

"I'll tell you why. Word on the street is that he wants to bring his sister into his family, and that he will kill anyone who touches her. That’s why I don’t think Edge has anything to do with either ambush. It sounds like he wants her alive, not dead.”

I glance at Kinsley, who frowns.

I sit back in surprise, a scowl on my face. "Since when has he cared for anyone but himself?" I knock my drink back, wondering who the fuck is after us.

"Like I said, I don't know anything, which means others don't either. So, my guess is whatever he does want her for, he hasn't spoken a word to anyone about it. Not even his mother or Cleo. Xavier, he would never confide in."

"There is more to it. There must be. Cannon Edge is pissed as fuck that his father betrayed his mother. Kinsley will not be safe anywhere near Edge."

"Hmm," Prez mutters. "I have something for you. But it will cost you."

"You know I always pay."

"I'll give you ten minutes with the guy in the basement." Prez smirks. "Tell Sparky I said ‘Bastille.’ That's the password."

"Who do you have?"

"Oh, you'll recognize him." He laughs. "Well, providing Sparky hasn't messed up his face yet."

“Look after Kinsley.” I stand.

“I’m going with you.” She grabs my hand while I sense Prez watching us with avid interest.

“Fuck! You stay behind me but close.” I grip her hand and head toward Salem. “We’re going down to the basement," I inform him.

"Got it." Salem may be my extra set of eyes, but he knows when to listen and when to push. Now is the time to listen, even though he doesn’t appear happy about it.

We head into the back hallway, where one of Prez's crew opens the door for us. As we descend, it takes a moment to adjust to the dim light.

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