Page 1 of Splintered Security
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explosive orgasms
Ren
“Credible threat. I repeat, credible bomb threat. Clear the floor.”
My team at Queen City Wine Bar knows the protocol and moves into action at my words. Hell, everyone at Barone Hospitality does. House lights flood the sitting areas, halls, and kitchen, cueing me that we’ve begun emergency procedures. Pacing behind the monitors in the control room, I hear my team through the comm in my ear.
“Yeah, boss.”
“Roger that.”
“Oh shit.” That seems to come from more than one.
I pull the door open, striding down the hall, and text the one person I wish I could avoid.
Me: Bomb threat. Clearing QC now. Police inbound. Stay clear.
Christian: What the fuck?
I don’t have time for this drama. Not at Queen City, and not with him.
And it’s not the seconds ticking down on the timer that worry me. It’s her. What is she doing here? It’s too fucking coincidental that Anni Garver is here and that the building might explode. Somehow, chaos follows her.
It’s certainly following me.
“It’s a madhouse here. I need a hand.”
“People are being trampled. Are we sure this is real?”
“Boss is going to be pissed about the open tabs tomorrow morning.”
“Enough fucking chatter,” I growl into my wrist piece. “Move.”
I don’t need the commentary from these wannabes. I need as many people out of this building as possible, as quickly as possible.
Better now than as part of search and rescue—or worse… search and recovery.
I shove the men’s room door open. It bounces off the wall from the force of my slam. Two men have their backs to me and are going at it in the corner. One turns to level his eyes at my brazen interruption. “What the fuck, man?”
“Leave.” My one-word bark is enough for them to yank at their waistbands and rush out of the door while I wait.
“Could’ve given us two more minutes.”
“Asshole.”
Little do they know two more minutes could’ve given them the most explosive orgasms of their lives.
I glare at their retreating forms before pushing the door to the women’s room open to find a lanky brunette snorting coke off the counter.
“Go.”
She jumps as my harsh word echoes through the room, but seems unhurried in her attempt to leave. “Come on, handsome. You should party with me.” She slides a hand over my pec as she sashays away from the counter. “You’re hot.”
“No thanks.” I dip away from her caress, not interested in anything she’s offering. I’d roll my eyes if I had the luxury of the two extra seconds it would cost me.
“The cops are here.”
