Page 30 of Savage Kingdom

Her lips curled in disgust.

“Once.” Her word was hushed.

It brought me hope. I hated failure, and I wouldn’t go back to my country until I had succeeded.

“Do you care to elaborate?”

“There’s a club,” she said, and I cut her off.

“Of course there is. Let me guess, some underground shit for peddling?”

“Why are you looking for him?” She changed the subject.

“Do you know more than you’re telling?” I replied.

“No, I have no reason to lie to you.”

My laughter vibrated through the quiet room. She licked her lips, and I followed the movements.

“Petal, you have the face of an angel, body of a goddess, but I bet that mind of yours is cunning.”

Nothing was more dangerous than someone looking for freedom. They had nothing to lose, and the taste of the world to gain.

“Take me with you, and I’ll tell you what I know.”

I laughed.

“Love, you’re in no position to make any demands, plus you forget the fact that you’re injured. Bringing you with me is a liability.”

“It won’t be in five days,” she said with a hint of mischief in her eyes. For someone with no poker face, her eyes lit one hell of a spark. “Pain doesn’t bother me. And besides, if you want to get into Sinestre, you need a reason. What better reason that a pet who’s already trained?”

She raised a brow.

I shook my head at her audacity. Slowly I rose from my chair, her vigilant eyes following the movement.

“How do you know about the club?”

Her previous glow dimmed. “Let’s just say I wasn’t an exclusive commodity.”

“What the fuck does that mean? You are supposedly the thing Yoro values the most?”

“I think I’ve spoken enough for one day.” She dismissed me.

Walking out of the room, I headed for the kitchen. Pulling out my phone, I called my contact back at headquarters.

“Get me everything and anything you can find on Yorovich. I want to know about a woman. About five two, raven hair, gray eyes…Russian. And then see what you can find on Sinestre. Start with cartels or maybe even mafia. Get back to me when you have something useful.”

The call started and ended before the other agent could even say a word. Daphne was getting on my nerves, and being honest, I didn’t know why. Was it because she wasn’t meek and succumbing to my demands?

After grabbing a blade, bottled water, a granola bar, and an apple, I brought them back to the bedroom. It’s not that I wasn’t trying to feed her, but it was all I had, and keeping her weak was a bonus.

“Tell me about the club and I’ll give this to you. I’ll even uncuff one of your hands. Give you a little room to breathe.”

She stared at me, weighing her options. “Petal,” I warned. “I suggest you take the peace offering.”

“It opens only on Saturdays. The location is sent to those who wish to participate two hours before. It’s how the FBI hasn’t been able to close its operations. If you want an invite, you’re going to have to track down Beto.”

I threw the water at her, and it landed next to her hip. She eyed it greedily but didn’t try to grab it.

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