Page 18 of Savage Obsession
But I can’t say that.
It isn’t an explanation.
Not to Cash anyway.
If I had to describe her, I’d tell him she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s too smiley and too bouncy and too positive. Yet, I’ve been craving her ever since I left her emptyapartment. Those innocent brown eyes and pouty lips that I wanted to do so many things to. So many filthy and fucking depraved things.
I’d bet anything the little ray of sunshine doesn’t have a single tattoo on her soft skin. She’s so damn young and innocent. And somehow, not at all intimidated by me.
“She’s no one. Just a neighbor.” I scowl. The words taste like acid on my tongue.
I might not know Quinn Summers well, but she’s sure as fuck notjustanything. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s absolutely everything good in this twisted world. She might be an angel. And I need to stay far, far away from her so I don’t tarnish her.
The woman in the bar was my imagination. I haven’t stopped thinking about Quinn, and my mind is playing tricks on me. After I take care of this sleazy ex-boss of hers, I’m going to forget we ever met. Surely, she’s long forgotten about me by now.
“Oh, damn, I didn’t realize you were talking about the bar outside of The Obsidian,” Cash says as he follows the GPS into the valet of one of our other casinos, which is the closest parking to The Ace Bar.
We walk the distance from the car to the small but busy bar that has both a takeout window and seating inside. The window has several lines leading up to the six bartenders mixing drinks.
The nice thing about Vegas is that it’s almost possible to blend in with the crowd. Anyone who really looks at us should be able to tell that my brother and I are different. We’re dangerous. But only when it’s necessary, and right now, it is.
Instead of getting in line, we stride toward the back of the bar. Wherever this fucker is, he’s hiding in an office or back room instead of checking on his employees. I confirmed he was here an hour ago when I called while on my way to Luxe to meet Cash.
“What’s this asshole’s name?” Cash asks from in front of a door with a cheap nametag mounted on it. He points to the small plaque. “If it’s Lonny Ace Smalldick, I’d say he’s in here.”
Smalldick? Fucking probably. And as soon as we storm into his office, it’s probably going to shrivel up to a fucking belly button.
I glance at the engraved name and smirk at my brother, eyeing him sideways. “It’s Smallridge,” I murmur, my expression turning into an amused smile. “I think I like Smalldick better, though.”
Reaching out, I test the door to see if it’s locked. I’m a little disappointed to find it’s not. I’m in the mood to smash some shit up.
With a hard push, it swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing toward us, but Cash and I are too quick. A woman is backed into a corner of the tiny office with some sleazy prick all over her as she tries to push him away.
“Oh, fuck no,” I roar, my heart pounding as I charge him before he even knows what’s happening.
The woman runs as soon as I have my hands on Lonny, dragging his heavy, sloppy body away from her.
“What the fuck?” he shouts. “Who the hell are you?”
We go down with a thud, rolling as I immediately start scuffling with him, though it’s not much of an effort. At this point, he’s going to die of a fucking heart attack before I get the chance to finish the job.
“I’m your worst nightmare. Listen to me closely,” I growl as I dig the tips of my fingers into the column of his neck. “I’m Xander Savage. And you’re about to regret your entire fucking life.”
The air is stale with his BO and cheap cigar smoke. I don’t even want to think about what might be on this filthy floor as I get to my feet. When the sniveling fucker tries to stand, I pullmy foot back and kick him in the ribs, sending him cowering in a ball, howling in pain.
I squat down and grab his greasy hair so he’s on his stomach with one of his wrists beneath my foot. When I yank his head up with a hard jerk, his neck snaps back. This guy is dirty. And I don’t just mean physically. One look in his puke-colored eyes tells me he’s done some bad shit in his lifetime. And it’s not the same kind that my brothers and I have done. The things on his rap sheet are undoubtedly unforgivable.
“Do you know what the word no means?”
Sweat rolls down his forehead, catching on his bushy eyebrows as he stares at me with a little too much arrogance for the predicament he’s in. That’s okay. He’ll understand soon.
Cash stands with his back against the closed door, the deafening sounds of the busy bar drowning out any noise we make in this ragged office.
I grab his cheeks between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing so hard he’s forced to open his mouth. “I asked if you know what the word no means.”
He tries to shake his head, then tries to nod, and I release my grip to let him answer.
“I do! Let me go. The safe is open. Just take it!” he groans as I tighten my fist in his hair.
