Page 5 of Protected By the Sinner
Despite what my adoptive mother said, the plan to murder my family didn’t originate with Landon. He was just the means and the weapon. Maybe that’s why his death didn’t bring me the satisfaction I expected.
I’ve waited patiently, but now it’s time to call out the true mastermind and make him dance.
Dallas — Texas
One Month Later
“Is everything ready for the opening?” I ask Nolan, my assistant here in Texas, though I’m not really interested. Clubs don’t entertain me like they used to. It’s like a play you’ve seen performed so many times you know the script by heart.
Back when I started making serious money, they were a source of pleasure. I could watch people without having to interact and still get laid by the end of the night.
Now, they’re just places where I close deals. And tonight, I’m seriously questioning why I keep opening new ones around the world.
“Everything’s in place,” he says, placing a tablet in front of me. “Here’s the guest list. Everyone confirmed. We also have a waitlist, since per your instructions, not all members will be admitted tonight.”
My clubs don’t take walk-ins. Guests are vetted by a team and hand-selected. Having money isn’t nearly enough to get through the door; you have to meet very specific criteria. Rules designed to ensure that the people I actually want inside have the privacy to enjoy themselves.
And there’s plenty of adult entertainment behind the locked doors of every Hazard location, even though I’ve never taken part in any of it.
There’s one thing about human nature: people want what they can’t have. The waitlist for new members includes sheikhs, princes, and politicians.
There are strict rules. That’s why so many of them are rejected.
No minors, not as members or as guests. No drugs. No prostitution.
Beyond that, I leave it to the clients’ imagination.
I grab the tablet and skim the names. “Reed Gray, Dominika Wos, confirmed,” I say to myself.
“Yes, and Jaxson Gray and his adopted sister as well. The governor sent his regards but won’t be attending.”
I suppress a smirk. Hudson was never a member, nor were his brothers. My friendship with Jaxson started at one of my parties and extended to the rest of the Gray clan.
I scroll through the screen. “Make sure the Grays get VIP treatment.”
“Yes, sir. A note’s already been added to Mr. Jaxson’s name.”
“Where’s Roman?” I ask and immediately regret it. Nolan is terrified of my head of security, which tells me that despite his soft exterior, the kid’s instincts are sharp.
If it weren’t for our history, Roman wouldn’t be someone I’d want around.
“I don’t—” Nolan starts, but I cut him off with a gesture.
“It’s fine. You can go.”
He still hesitates. “Is tonight’s dinner still on, Mr. LeBlanc? Your date has called three times. She seems a little... anxious.”
I close my eyes for a second, trying to remember who it is, but nothing comes to mind. “Can you give me a name?”
He scrolls on the tablet. “Miss Analia Huntsman. She’s the daughter of—”
“I know who she is now. Send her a piece of jewelry and a card with my apologies. Cancel it.”
His face is unreadable—or so he thinks. I can read him perfectly.
Nolan can’t understand how I’d cancel on a woman like her. He has no idea I was never interested in her delicate blonde beauty or her fake aura of innocence. I never intended for our face-to-face interaction to go beyond dinner, just long enough to convince her mother to sell me some land she owns in Louisiana that I want for expansion. But no business deal, no matter how profitable, is worth sitting through two hours with Analia.
Women who fake innocence kill any trace of desire in me. Ten minutes alone with her, and the sweet-girl act vanished. I could’ve bent her over the nearest table at that party we attended.
