Page 47 of The Club

I shrug. “Like I said. Your fault.”

“You never answered my question.” He sets the cup down. “How did you get in here the other night?”

“Do you remember your little murderfest or were you too high?” I guess I can’t quite let it go yet. But what if I hadn’t been there that night? What he did was so fucking dangerous.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “You came in with me.”

“It was very easy to look over your shoulder when you punched your code in.” I add sharply, “You could barely stand up.”

He sighs and picks up his cup.

I find a pan on a shelf under the counter and set it on the stove. “Do you do that often?”

“What do you care? You kill people too.”

I turn on the heat and grab the olive oil from where it sits beside the liquor shelves.

“I’m a lot more careful than you.”

“I’m usually careful too. I mean,” he shrugs, “more careful than that.”

I frown. “So what was different about that?”

He glares at me. “You have a lot of questions.”

“So answer them. You know what I do to people who don’t.”

Because he’s a fucking psycho, that makes him smile. The smile fades as he says, “It’s been a rough couple of months.”

I swirl olive oil into the pan and start cracking eggs into it. The time frame lines up with him and Dante coming after my father. That can’t be coincidental, and I don’t want to get into that subject, so I let it go.

“Behave tonight,” I tell him. “I’m busy until late.”

“It’s Friday. I run a sex club.”

“Rafael,” I warn as I adjust the heat.

“Be reasonable.”

“Behave.”

“Or what?”

“Nothing’s changed, Rafael. You’re not safe from me.”

A smile tugs at his psycho lips as he sips his cold coffee.

FIFTEEN

Rafael

Behave he said, but where the fuck is he?

Normally, I enjoy Friday night at Lush, but I keep expecting Dominic, and he’s not fucking here.

Is he freaking out again?

Nyx slides a margarita my way. “Taste it.”

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