Page 103 of The Delta's Rogue
I’m surprised Nolan’s letting it go this far, actually.
Cassandra gasps at Nolan’s hand squeezing and massaging her chest. Nuncio groans and rubs himself through his pants, not bothering to hide it from us.
Bile rises from my stomach, but I ignore it, clearing my throat and sending a pointed look in Nuncio’s direction.
He blinks and glances at me, then back to Cassandra and Nolan. Exhaling, he shakes his head. “What were we talking about?” He sits up straighter. His eyes keep wandering back to them, though. He can’t look away from the over-the-top show they’re putting on.
We’ve got him exactly how we want him: distracted and willing to divulge the information we need.
I place my elbows on the table. “We were discussing our attendance at your auctions.”
“Right. Of course.” Nuncio nods absentmindedly. “I’ll send a VIP invitation to your primary club, The Black Door.” He rises to his feet, signaling the end of our meeting, and walks over to me to shake my hand again. “I hope you’ll be able to make it soon. The girls we’re auctioning off… Well, considering I captured several of them, I can promise you they are pure perfection.”
I rise from my seat, clasp his hand, and smile at him, using visions of me bathing in his blood to keep the fake joyous expression on my face. “I can’t wait.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Me neither. There’s this one girl… Big round eyes and plump, pouty lips that I know will look even better wrapped around my cock…”
I drop his hand, curling mine into a fist at my side.
It could be anyone,I remind myself.A million girls around the world could fit that description.
Nuncio sighs and continues talking, practically lost in thought as he pictures the female he’s describing. “Feisty little thing, that Anaís. I can’t wait to break her.”
Behind me, Dominic tenses.“That’s Sarina’s code name,”he mindlinks me.
My aura boils, shooting through my body faster than lightning and threatening to erupt out of me with the force of a tidal wave. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m leaning forward as if to launch myself at him.
Dominic grabs my forearm and squeezes.“You’ll have your blood later. I promise.”
“Breathe, Seb,”Nolan says.“At least we know for sure they have her, that the witch wasn’t lying.”
I close my eyes and clench my teeth, shoving my raging lycan into a prison cell in my mind.
When I open them, Nuncio is walking away from us, none the wiser to the fate that almost befell him for speaking about my little rogue that way.
“How—”
“Cassandra hid your aura,”Nolan tells me, kissing her behind her neck.“That disgusting asshole was too lost in thought to notice the anger in you.”
I grunt my response, clenching my fists tighter and letting my claws scrape my flesh to keep me grounded. “Let’s go.”
Tossing a wad of hundred-dollar bills on the table, I shove my hands into my pockets and stroll through the room, this time not bothering to pay any attention to the other Doms and their playthings.
The others follow me. I don’t see them, but I sense them taking my cue, gathering themselves and falling into step behind me.
“The limo is out front still,” Dominic says, pocketing his phone.
Before heading up the stairs, I scan the room one final time, making a silent promise to the subs scattered throughout the space.
I will get you all to safety.
I know none of the girls can hear me, but I make my vow anyway.
We leave the club and slide into the back of the vehicle in silence. Once inside, Nolan removes his button-up, yanking it over his head, and covers Cassandra’s body with it. The shirt falls to her knees and the sleeves cover her hands, but he nods in satisfaction and pulls her into his lap, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the top of her head. She curls herself into him and closes her eyes, breathing in his scent as he plays with the strands of her hair.
I roll up my sleeves and stare at my hands to give Nolan and Cassandra a moment of privacy. Dominic taps away at his phone, his brow furrowed as he furiously types out an email or a text message.
The limo pulls away from the curb, and it takes every ounce of strength I have to not order it back to the club, to not tear out of the backseat and back down into the club to rip every male in there to shreds.
