Page 30 of Bound to the Crime Lord

“She’s at the club, and she’s dancing on the tables, Boss. I don’t know if I should go down there and get her out of there, or if you wanted to come and handle the issue yourself.”

Juliette Fucking Ballard.

Annoyance mixed in with my blood at the thought of her drunk and dancing in the middle of my club. I knew how far things could get aClub Vortex. That was where we pushed some of our product, and the last thing I needed was some asshole trying to drug her and take her home.

“I’m on my way,” I barked. “And if any asshole is touching, make sure you have the cleanup guys ready. I may just end a life today.”

I hung up the phone and raced to my car outside the building of the brothel. Not only had this woman avoided me like the damn plague, but now she had found new ways of pissing me off.

God help whoever had their hands on my woman, because I was going to slice them clean off.

Chapter Fourteen

Juliette POV

Sex. Sweat. And booze.

Those were the three scents that wafted into the air. They mixed into the area as the music bound off my sweat-clad body on the dance floor.

I threw my hands in the air and moved my hips like I was living lavida loca. The alcohol surged through my blood, lifting my dull mood for the first time in two weeks. I ran my hands through my messy hair, loving the buzz I was on.

I had been trying for weeks now to forget that damn kiss, but it had been burned into my mind like a branding. The color of whiskey and chocolate had plagued me, and my heart could no longer take it.

Avoiding him wasn’t helping. I still saw him when I closed my eyes. So, the next best thing was to find someone else to quell the fire that Manuel had ignited inside of me.

The Vortex seemed like the perfect place to come and unwind and let my hair down. Everyone raved about this club, and now I understood why. The atmosphere was electric. You were pulledin from the moment you walked inside. I was almost certain I had seen a guy snort cocaine off of someone’s boobs. But tonight, I would put down my goodie two shoes hat and just live. I was 28 years old, and I was yet to have a night of free clubbing. I had been deputized as a parent long before I was ready to be one. But I took on the responsibility without a second thought. Ethan needed me, and I would be there for him until the last breath I took on this earth.

I felt a strong pair of hands come on my hips. The man pulled me to his front and I felt his very obvious bulge in his pants. Without looking at him, I leaned into his body and ground my ass into his hard cock.

The little mini dress I had opted to wear tonight was doing exactly what I needed it to in garnering people's attention. It was a tight little red number that hugged my figure perfectly. The sweetheart neckline pushed my breasts up just enough to show the right amount of cleavage without being too much.

I felt so out of my element, but I also had never felt so free in my entire life.

“Oh, baby, you’re so hot.” He leaned his head down and whispered those words into my ear. “So fucking hot.”

His scent was strong and overpowering. It was one of those aftershave kind of smells that gave people an all-too-clean air. Some women found that enticing, but I found myself yearning for something a little sultrier and captivating. Something like expensive leather and spice.

No.No. I refused to think about that man while I was in the arms of another. The goal tonight was to get under one man to get over another.

The logic behind that was not sound, but it would at least free me from the torment that was Manuel Gomez.

Who would have thought a month ago that I would be pining after a murderer Drug Lord? I should be repulsed and turned offby the amount of blood on his hands. And yet, I had never found another man so attractive before in my entire life. There was something about his jagged edges that drew me closer to him.

I turned to face the mystery man and came face to face with a good-looking one. He was an average-looking 30 something year old man, and that was good enough for tonight.

The bar was clearly in hell. Or at least that was where the desperation had taken it.

“You coming home with me tonight or not, sweet cheeks?” He smiled a boyish grin that should have turned my panties wet, but it did the exact opposite.

Sweet cheeks?The word almost made me hurl in disgust. I guess if this was what was on offer, then it would have to do. He was not here for me to like; he was simply here to serve a purpose.

“Depends on how well you dance.” I winked and turned in his hold again. I pressed my ass into his hardening cock and guided his hands to my waist. We moved to the rhythm of the music, getting lost in the night.

I wanted to forget the whiskey-colored eyes and calloused hands. I wanted to forget the way he made me feel with his touch, and how he scorched my skin with that kiss. Manuel Gomez was a poison I needed to find an antidote to.

The music changed to something darker and sultry. The craving poured into my system, filling my veins with its desire. I tilted my head back and allowed the music to take me.

I felt the guy kiss up the side of my neck, and I moaned into the humid room. The dance floor was completely packed, and all I could feel was this man’s hands on my body.

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