Page 185 of Torrid Passion
“I still don’t get it,” I say.
“Subsequent to his little circus, Mr. Waitfield was unceremoniously kicked out of my restaurant,” Larkin says. “Just because he has ablissfulrelationship now, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t seek revenge, Loki. And don’t forget, revenge is a dish best served cold––when the person you’re out to harm expects it the least.”
“Okay,” I nod. Given what I know about him, I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about. “So what do we do now? How do I figure out who’s behind this? And more importantly, how do we make it stop?”
“This is giving me heartburn,” Kyla admits.
“Since this is clearly related to the club, I’ll have to reach out to experts I’ve used from time and time in my business when I’ve encountered… unpleasant situations,” Larkin says. “I should have an answer by midday.”
“Fair enough,” I say.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Kyla says.
“Rest assured, Miss O’Keeffe, we’ll find this asswipe. And when we do, it will rain hell. I’ll fucking rip his balls off with my bare hands. If it’s a woman, I won’t spare her. No one threatens my members. No one!”
