Page 67 of Ashes of Sin

I shiver.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughs roughly. “Through here.”

Another man nods and lifts a rope, giving us entry to a private section where a large circular sofa is set back in the room. There are multiple low tables in front of it and the wall is open in front so we can see into the main room.

“About time.” A tall, dark-haired man with a cheeky smile approaches as our bodyguards find positions around the edge of the room.

“I didn’t know there was a time.” Maddox grouches.

“Travis Warner.” He ignores him and reaches out a hand to me.

“Kyra Fox,” I reply, shaking it.Kidnappee, I leave off.

Does he know?

“I’m glad he got you out of the house.” Travis shakes his head at Maddox. “What would you like to drink?”

“Macallan for me and a vodka for Kyra.” Maddox answers for me.

“Wait, you know?” I gasp.

Another man steps up. “That he kidnapped you? Yes.”

“This is Parker.” Maddox grunts. “And I told you all not to talk about this tonight.”

Parker, who is gorgeous and an inch taller than Maddox but a little less bulky, lets out a roar of a laugh. Then shakes my hand. “Parker Stone.”

My eyes dart around, confused, as I’m led over to the sofa and Travis orders our drinks.

“Zayne. Killian.” Maddox points to the other two men sitting with three gorgeous women.

“Nice to meet you.” Zayne nods as I take in the snake tattoo around his neck. Like Maddox, his shirt is unbuttoned, but much farther so I can see his muscular abs.

One of the women smirks at me and runs her hand over it. Then licks her lips.

I dart my eyes away as Killian smirks at me. “Enjoying yourself, Kyra?”

He has longish dark hair, which is up in a bun, and wears a white shirt and two gold chains around his neck. His skin is darkly tanned, and he looks like he could be in the Caribbean rather than in a NYC club.

A sex club, I remind myself.

I’m guided around one of the tables where Maddox sits and pulls me down hard against him. I feel his arm lift and lie along the back of the sofa behind me.

Our drinks arrive.

“How did you know I drink vodka?”

“You’re a girl. All girls drink vodka.” He mutters against the rim of his glass.

“He’s very sexist. You’ll get used to him,” Travis says, sitting on one of the tables grinning at me like I’m some dancing monkey.

I glance at Maddox, then back at Travis. I don’t know what they think is going on here, but I’m making my position clear.

“Oh, I’m not staying around long.”

“And this is how I make my money back.” Parker smiles, dropping down on a seat near us.

“Keep betting on me and you’ll end up living in the Bronx, Stone.” Maddox takes another sip.

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