Page 58 of Ignite

Her breasts brush my shoulder. All I see is Hallie.

“I need to speak to the owner,” I whisper, pulling a fat wad of cash from my pocket.

“He doesn’t see guests.”

“It’s important. I’ll make it worth your while. No one will know.”

She sucks in a shaky breath.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, firm. I grab more cash.

She glances at the bar.

“Let me give you a dance. Make it less obvious. Gerry’s watching me.”

I nod and lean back. She straddles me, hips rolling.

Nothing.

My dick isn’t even mildly interested.

“You’re incredibly handsome,” she purrs, dragging a nail down my chest.

I shove the money into her g-string. I’ve got shit to do.

“Where is he?” I ask quietly.

“He’s not here. He never is since he started working with his cousins. But I know his schedule. He’s at the downtown boxing gym, the shady one in the warehouse.”

Her lips hover by mine. I resist cringing. But I got what I came for.

“Thank you.”

She slides off me and struts back to the pole.

“Right. Let’s go.”

“You ain’t even hard? Are you alright?” Rowan squints at me.

“I’m good.”

“So, where we going?” Reggie asks.

“For a punch up.”

I rise, the guys following as we head for the car.

“Call Drago.Tell him to hack the security cameras and wipe it,” I order the twins as I pull up to the run-down boxing club. Tin warehouse. Four cars out front.

I pop the glovebox and pull out Delilah, my favorite pistol.

Reggie’s already on the call. Rowan hops out and joins me.

“What’s the plan?”

“Get everyone out. I’ll deal with him. You keep watch.”

He nods just as Reggie joins, grabbing my AK-47 from the trunk.

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