Page 103 of Give Me Redemption

Finally, she was kissing me, biting my earlobe, and making me crazy.

If she isn’t careful, I’ll fuck her here. Part of me doesn’t want to do that, though. I’ve had my share of women upstairs. I don’t want her up there.

“What?” she says.

“Come on.” I grab her hand and lead her toward the back of the club. The bodyguards, Mikey and Taylor, eye me before looking over at her skeptically.

“It’s fine,” I say.

“Jace,” someone says from behind me. I recognize Ben’s voice. I turn to look at him with Dalton by my side.

“She’s with me,” I tell him.

He looks unsure.

“Ben, it’s cool.”

I see his jaw clench, and he’s about to say something when Dalton says, “It’s fine. Whatever you’re going to show me, I don’t have to see it.”

“No,” I say. “Ben, we’re going back.”

I don’t wait for his answer, and honestly, these motherfuckers better chill. I wouldn’t jeopardize my brother. Dalton is my woman. I trust her.

I start walking, but she doesn’t. I turn to look back at her.

Her eyes are wide, her expression almost frightened. “You all right? Nothing bad is happening here,” I tell her.

She swallows but doesn’t look completely convinced.

What’s her deal?

“Come on, baby,” I say, tugging her hand. She gives me a small smile and takes a step toward me.

“Sorry,” she says.

“Don’t be sorry. I would never put you in any harm. You know that, right?”

She nods and snakes her arm around my waist, kissing my arm. She’s pretty in a green dress and more makeup than she’d normally wear.

She doesn’t need it, but it intensifies the green in her eyes, which I love. We pass through the kitchen, and oddly, Antonio, the chef, isn’t in here.

I nod at the other guys, and we walk to the closet.

Dalton gives me a look, likewhat the hell are we doing?

“After you,” I reply.

She reaches for the door and opens it, stepping inside. I follow her, knock three times on the other door, and it slides open. Josh, who’s always on the other side, looks between Dalton and me.

I grow annoyed at the looks. I step through, patting him on the shoulder with her hand still in mine. “Good to see you, Josh.”

“Jace, can I speak with you?” he asks.

“Say what you need to.”

He leans in and quietly asks, “Is this approved?”

“It’s not an issue,” I tell him. “Don’t worry about it.” I look over at Dalton as we head to the stairs, her eyes roaming over the room. She looks overwhelmed and still not one hundred percent herself.

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