Page 88 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

It’s true. No matter what happened over the years and the paths Salvatore and I have taken that force between us was there.

Dad closes his eyes and he doesn’t answer me.

Worry is all I can see on his face as he turns and walks away from me.

Worry and his actions show how much he disapproves.

I remember seeing that look before. Just not with me.

I was hiding at the time so he wouldn’t have seen me.

He looked just like that when Mom asked him for a divorce.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Salvatore

I’m preparingthings here at the club so everything can run without me.

Since I might not be here for a while it’s best to prep for all eventualities.

I do the accounts here too because we make so much money. I’ve called in Georgiou to do more nights here to cover myself and Mimi.

I don’t want her here while this situation is happening. She’ll probably argue that she needs to be here to take care of the girls but this is one time she’ll have to listen.

Bad enough that her old man came by last night and looked none too pleased to see me with her, but I want to show his ass I’m taking care of her.

I know I should show more consideration because Mimi was mortified when we came out of her office and saw him— and yes, he did totally hear us having sex—but I didn’t care. To me it answered any questions he might have as to what I was getting up to with his daughter.

I saw that worried look though, something in his eyes that told me he wouldn’t just let it all go. When I came back from fixing the lights he was gone and Mimi didn’t look happy. Sure enough he said something to her about me, just like the past when he used to come and get her while we were hanging out.

Right now pleasing daddy dearest was so low on my list of things to do, he could fuck off until I had time to deal with his worries.

All he needs to know now is Mimi’s safe.

She’s at the restaurant now setting up and I have men watching her. I didn’t want to leave her but I had to, best to check in on everything while I can. What I hate is when things go quiet.

Even if one day passes and nothing happens it makes me suspicious as fuck. I don’t see it as having one more day to prepare for the shit to hit the fan. I see it as one more day for the enemy to delve deeper into their plans.

I’ve had the club debugged and anyone who can be a target or used in any way has been issued with a new phone. Fuck, I’ve even had the security system here checked out.

I guess though that if me, Nick or Gabe aren’t here the worry is less. I don’t want shit happening here though.

Not at the club. I won’t risk it. I want people who come here to be safe from the danger but the place, as wild as it is, is a sanctuary where you can be free to be who you want to be and whoever you want to be with. There needs to be a certain level of safety in the atmosphere and the vibe of the place for that to happen.

So if us not being here achieves that then amen so let it be.

I shut down my computer and get up from my chair. I just have to talk to Christian then I’m out.

He was meeting with a client who wanted to book one of the halls for a private party. We do that too. Started it when we kept getting requests. The bulk of the requests always come from Doms and because they like the sex dungeon so much and the ideas that we have down there, they want it all for their own parties.

The sex dungeon was my idea and it brings in a nightly fortune with a basic ticket price per person at seven hundred and fifty dollars. I figured at the time that people into that lifestyle could afford it. I wasn’t wrong. Some of them come every night.

The client Christian is meeting now is a little like that. His name is Master Winters. People would be shocked to shit if they knew that in the real world he’s a judge. We’re not even supposed to know that but we keep the secrets we’re supposed to keep. I found out after running a check on him when he booked his first party and wanted a room that was already booked. The man paid twenty grand to move the other party so he could have his. I had to make sure the money wasn’t dirty. I found it couldn’t have been cleaner.

I switch the light off in my office and make my way to the fourth floor to Christian’s private lounge. His is near Gabe’s, opposite the people who are in group relationships.

They like watching group sex and in years gone by we all used to be overly fascinated by it.

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