Page 80 of Sardonic Burn

“Obviously. You wouldn’t even glance at this club if I hadn’t forced you, right?”

“And for a reason.” I try to explain, but she stares at me as if I have two heads. “Why would I ever visit a sex club?”

Cecilia shrugs. “To get laid? To explore your kinks? To find a sugar daddy?”

“I can get laid on my own, I have no kinks left to explore, and I’m the sugar daddy here. It’s unnecessary, really. Can we go to some other place?”

“No.” She scowls and flips her hair. “I’m looking for someone.”

I raise an amused brow. “Fine, we’re staying. But I’m here to get drunk only.”

Cecilia claps her hands in excitement and squeals. “Yay! Thank you. Now, I have a reserved booth.”

She grabs my hand and leads me toward the booth. Of course, it’s right in the middle. Even if someone wants to miss us, they can’t because we take up at least thirty-five percent of the club.

“You’ve never heard of the word subtle?”

“Not in my dictionary, no. I go hard or go home.”

I snort. “It’s time for you to go home, then.”

“Shut up, you’re killing my mood.”

“Who are you looking for, anyway?”

Cecilia’s eyes are roaming the room. It’s starting to fill up with people, and the DJ starts blasting some music. It’s not my cup of tea, but it’s bearable. Not a single person walks by without looking at us, and the attention is suffocating.

“Funny story,” Cecilia starts, not a single ounce of humor in her voice. “My father wants to marry me off.”

“Pardon?”

“And the man owns this club. I’m trying to see how he’ll react and to see if I can get him to reject the proposal.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

She lifts a shoulder. “I’ll think of that once I see him. Though, I doubt he’ll show up.”

“You don’t like him?”

Cecilia groans. “He’s an obnoxious asshole. I’ve met him four times total, and each time he’s made it his goal to piss me off. And succeeded.”

“So what exactly is the plan here?”

“Headvisedit would be best if I never stepped foot in this place. So here we are. You are here to protect me.”

I blink. “With what? You took away all of my weapons. You’re on your own here.”

“But… you’re an assassin.”

“Yes.” I nod. “Not an MMA fighter, Cecilia. Chances of me winning hand-to-hand combat aren’t in my favor.”

“Basically, you’re useless here.”

“Pretty much.”

“Damn,” she mumbles. “Should’ve brought someone else. How the hell did you manage to survive this long?”

I shrug. “I’m good at fighting, but it’s not my strong suit. I prefer taking them by surprise. It’s easier.”

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