Page 64 of Seduction in Spades

Blowing up Nolan’s phone with texts had made me giggle all night. Egging him on about watching our sex tape was supposed to get him to The Club sooner rather than later so he could whisk me out of there and make me feel like a princess.

I’d never craved to be loved and cared for. Probably because I didn’t know what I was missing. Now I do. Being with Nolan makes me feel adored. I feel safe when I’m with him, even though I don’t know what I’m supposed to be safe from.

That’s all fallen by the wayside. Not only do I continue to throw his chivalry in his face, but I’ve also brought some sort of danger to Nolan’s life.

There’s a sound at the penthouse door, and Trey steps in. Noticing me on the couch, he comes closer, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“You okay?”

“Sure.”

With a heavy sigh, he sits on the coffee table across from me. His knees bump into the couch. “Anyone come up to you lately and creep you out? Notice anyone lurking in the shadows?”

“Other than Nolan? No.”

“What has he—”

“Kidding. I’m fully aware you ordered him to keep tabs on me.” I sit up and curl my feet under my butt. “Will you tell me about these mobster people? I asked Nolan, but he won’t tell me much.”

“Good. The less you know, the better.”

“Sure. Until they come after me.”

“They’re after you because I pissed some of them off. The only way to get to me is by tormenting you. I’m so fucking sorry, Aves.”

“Trey, it’s not your fault.” I lean over and pat his knee. “Those douche canoes got butt hurt when I turned them down and—”

“The fuck?” He snaps his head up and glares at me. “When did you see them?”

“Last night. Two guys hit on me, and I—”

Trey bolts to his feet and takes out his phone. “Is this one of them?”

He shows me his phone and I watch as a man dressed in jeans and a black sweatshirt picks the lock on my door. As soon as he’s in, he’s out of view.

Trey swipes to another video, and I watch the reflection in the window as the man stabs my pillow. His baseball cap hides his facial features, making it impossible to identify him.

“I can’t tell. The guys from last night were wearing dark jeans and flannels.”

“What did they look like? Fuck it,” he says before I can respond. “I’ll pull footage from the dance floor. What time?”

“Maybe twenty minutes before Nolan showed up to bring me home?”

“Shit, Aves. Why didn’t you come find me last night?”

“It wasn’t a big deal. I get hit on all the time.”

“Trey,” Nolan says behind us.

Neither one of us heard him come in, and I jump at his voice. He ignores me and focuses on Trey.

“He here?”

“Yeah.” Nolan glances at me before turning and leaving the penthouse.

“Who’s here?”

“Someone we need to meet with. Stay here. I’ll be up later.”

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