Page 73 of Reclaim (Deadly Hearts 3)

“David,” I reply with a frown.

I answer it.

“David, this isn’t a good time…”

“Shut up and listen!” He bellows at me so loudly, Rex snaps his head to the side having heard him.

I pull the phone away from my ear and put it on speaker. Dad’s gonna hear anyway by the sounds of it. “Rex is here,” I get out quickly, so he knows not to say anything like he wants to fuck my cunt until he comes and then turn me around to work on my ass, or something equally as X-rated.

“Get your arse to Solitaire, now!” David yells, ignoring me.

“Why?”

“The police are here; they are ransacking the place. I don’t know how long I’ve got til they take my…”

My blood runs cold.

I exchange a worried glance with Rex.

“Your what?”

“You can’t take that!” David snaps. “It’s personal!”

“If it’s here, it’s going.”

The stern official voice makes me shiver.

“David? David?”

“Get to Solitaire! They can’t touch you…” he shouts again and then the call cuts off.

“Drive,” I say to Rex, but he is way ahead of me. “It’s…”

“I know where it is,” he replies grimly and floors it, taking the next corner practically on two wheels.

“I’ll explain later,” I tell him, hanging on for dear life as the next corner sends me sliding over the seat and crashing into the door. No, I did not put my seatbelt on. I didn’t think we were going anywhere, for fuck’s sake.

I can hear the sirens and wonder how the fuck they found me so quickly. I look over my shoulder and the flashing blue lights are approaching quickly.

“Hurry up, hurry up,” I mutter, but I have absolutely no idea what going to Solitaire is meant to do. I’m not even really a member. I don’t know who to ask for, what to tell them…

“Wait!” I screech. “You know?”

His grim look is punctuated by a low growl and then he does a very impressive, yet terrifying handbrake turn in the middle of the road to draw my car door in line with the discreet, exclusive club’s entrance.

“Go,” he says, shoving the brown envelope back at me.

I don’t speak. I don’t know what to say. I’m working purely on instinct now.

Shoving the door open, and ramming the envelope into my bag, I stumble out of the car and run towards the five steps that lead up to the club.

I make it with no time to spare. The police have pulled up, arrested my dad and are chasing me up the stairs.

Panic setting in, I slam into a huge man, suddenly appearing in the open doorway, blocking my path.

“Move!” I growl, but he takes my arm, a genial smile on his face, and moves me behind him.

“What is the meaning of this?” the man rumbles out.

I peer out from behind him to see the two coppers who were on my tail, skid to a stop and look up at him.

“Chief Constable,” one of them mutters. “We are in pursuit of a suspect in a murder.”

He turns to look at me over his shoulder and pushes me not so gently over the threshold into the building.

Facing the cops again he says in a tone that I wouldn’t argue with, even in my most ornery mood. “I’m going to have to ask you to step back. You have no jurisdiction here.”

Wait? What?

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