Page 59 of Poison

"I can't tell you. Not until I'm sure it will work."

He ran his hand through his long brown hair. "Why can't you tell me?" He gripped my arms gently. "We're in this together, Isaac."

"Because it's illegal. I would rather you not know until I need you. If things fall apart, I can't handle the idea of you ending up in shackles. I'm already there."

"If it's that serious, then don't do it. We already have a plan to get you out. I don't want you to risk getting dragged back in."

"I have to!" I snapped. "Alex is dead because of me! I have no idea how Hobbs found out that Alex was helping me. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he heard rumors. Who knows. Hobbs didn't flat-out say he had Alex killed, but I know he did. He showed me the news as a warning that he was willing to kill to keep me. I owe it to Alex to get him justice."

"You don't owe Alex anything."

"I do! Please, stop treating me like I'm a damsel in distress. I need to do this, Vic. If I don't, we'll never truly be free of Trevor."

Vic stared at the floor and stayed like that for a moment until his eyes finally met mine again. "Fine, I'll trust you."

Smiling, I kissed him. "I'd better get back downstairs. Do me a favor; in about ten minutes, start making noise with Cherry like you both are having hot and wild sex. If Hobbs can hear it, it'll throw him off our trail."

"I suppose," Vic chuckled.

I said a quick goodbye to Cherry before heading down the stairs. Trevor was sitting at the small table the bouncer usually sat at, sipping a bronze liquid. Probably a bourbon. "You still had ten minutes."

"Yeah. Vic didn't want to play cards any longer. He kept losing, so he wanted to play with something else." As if on cue, Cherry began moaning loudly. I guess the place really does have thin walls.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "I see."

Grinning, I ran a hand over his broad shoulder. "You want to take me home and play?"

Swallowing the last of his drink, Trevor stood up. "Take you home, yes. But I have a headache and only want to sleep. I hope that's alright with you." Placing a finger under my chin, he pressed his lips lightly on mine. Yep, he was drinking bourbon.

Grabbing his hand, I kissed him back. "Whatever you want, baby."

"There you are, sexy," I chirped as I slid onto Beau's lap. Since that first night, he showed up every evening around nine o'clock. I must've been doing something right. Snuggling up to his chest, I ran my hand through his short copper hair. "I'm surprised you're able to get out so much without upsetting your hubby."

For an instant, I could see pain creep across Beau's face. I shouldn't ask about Lucien, but I was constantly afraid that the little shit would show up and crash the party. If he did, it could ruin all my plans.

Beau sighed, picked up his drink, and took a sip. He was a straight vodka kind of man. "I think Lucien prefers it when I leave."

Running my hand along his face, I murmured, "I don't understand why. You're a very interesting person." Thatwasn't a lie. Beau told me many good stories when he came to visit. Most of the time, I wasn't even sure he was here for sex. In fact, I got the impression he just wanted to feel connected to someone. That was making my part of the job harder. What I had planned would ultimately hurt him, and based on what I knew, he didn't deserve it.

Nevertheless, I had to remind myself that men like him used their power and wealth to draw in a younger mate. If that partner turned out to be a gold digger, that would be on them. Still, Beau seemed like a genuine good guy. When my plan was complete, I hoped he would leave Lucien and find someone who could give him the companionship he sought. Sadly, that person wouldn't be me.

"I got a surprise for you, baby," I whispered, reaching into my boot and pulling out a card. "It's on the house."

"What's this?"

"A card for a private dance booth. You and I can have some alone time."

"Mr. Hobbs must be really trying to butter me up."

"No, baby. Hobbs has nothing to do with this. I bought the card. I want some alone time."

I rubbed my nose along his, making his breath quicken, and he grabbed my ass cheeks firmly with both hands. "I'm married."

"And your husband isn't here," I point out, pressing my lips to his. "You deserve to be the center of attention. Nobody will find out."

"It's just a dance, right?"

"Just a dance," I confirmed, even though I planned it to be much more. Sliding from Beau's lap, I ushered him to thesmall back rooms where private dances were held. The bouncer nodded when I held up the card and let us pass. There were ten booths, each with a green light on top that flashed red when in use. Three of them were available, so I slid the card in the slot, popped the door open, and tugged Beau inside with me. "Have a seat, handsome."

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