Page 86 of Fake Game

“What?” Savannah’s red lips pull into a tense, confused smile as she frowns down at the petite woman before her.

“How. Do you know. My name?” The words are hushed but laced with a lethal smoke.

“Deirdre?”

Deirdre?

“Yes,” she hisses, looking around the lounge like she’s worried we might be overheard.

“It was on your license when you came in and logged into the system. I—” Savannah’s dark eyes flit to mine with a silent plea for help, except I have no idea what the hell to do. “I’m not sure what else to tell you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware this establishment just handed out private information to all their customers.” Deer lets out a laugh, and more than a few heads turn our way.

“Well, they do when you’re a majority stakeholder who has heard about a certain pink-haired woman from their good friend before. I was just making sure a lost lamb didn’t get eaten by the wolves.” Some of that signature fire returns to Savannah. Outside the bedroom, she is a domineering force to be reckoned with. “You should mind your tone.”

“And you should watch your back.”

“O-kay, ladies,” I push forward, placing a hand on each of their shoulders to keep them apart. “Let’s not draw more attention to ourselves. Savannah, thank you for your help. I’ll take her home.”

She holds my gaze for a second, unspoken words swirling between us, but she lets it go, swiveling on her heels and stalking for the club door before disappearing inside—no doubt to let off steam with some poor, unsuspecting soul or souls. When I told her about Deer, I didn’t think anything like this was going to happen. It was an off-handed comment I thought she’d forgotten, but I should’ve known Savannah never forgets the details. Still, I’m grateful.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Deer bites out. She’s uncaged right now; it’s a side I’ve never seen from her before.

“Yes, you are.”

“No.” She pushes past me. “In fact, I’m going to see what exactly Miss Majority Stakeholder is hiding.”

“No, you’re not.” I reach forward and scoop her up, maneuvering her until she is thrown over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

She lets out a string of curses that would cause even the most depraved sinner’s ears to heat as she kicks her legs in protest.But despite the amount of damage she tries to inflict, she is still half my size.

My car is running at the valet since I’d only asked for them to hold it while I ran in to grab Deer in the first place. And while the valet attendant is a little thrown off by me carrying an angry pink demon, it’s definitely not the strangest thing he’s seen come out of the Cardinal Club.

I get her into the passenger seat and lock the door before quickly running to my side of the car, getting in, and taking off.

She’s surprisingly silent as I drive home and doesn’t attempt or threaten to open the door and roll out, which only makes me worry more.

What the hell happened back there?

I could barely even piece it together myself, so much of the conversation was unsaid.

Only one thing was clear: she flipped when Savannah called her Deirdre.

As soon as I pull into the apartment complex and park the car, she jumps out and makes a beeline for the elevator. But despite her best efforts at trying to get the doors to close before I mosey my way over, she fails. I stick a hand between the closing metal doors, forcing them to reopen as I take my place next to her.

When the elevator stops on her floor and she gets off, I follow her out.

“What are you doing?”

“Seemed easier to follow you than to try to drag you to the penthouse.”

“You didn’t seem to have much of an issue manhandling me earlier,” she snarls.

“Well, you weren’t really open to reason, now, were you?”

She lets out a huff before stalking to her apartment, heels clicking angrily on the floor with each step.

“Seriously, stop.” She shoots me an angry glare as she covers her keypad with one hand and inputs her code with the other.

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