Page 7 of Giving It to the Enemy

“Don’t hurt her.”

He growled and spun her around to face him. “This is neutral territory. You know that. It’s why you come here. Your friend is safer with him than any other fucker in this room.”

“How?”

“He’s ordered by me to give Sarah a good time, dance with her, smile, and talk. At the end of the night, he will see her to your car, and we’ll leave together.”

“Why?” she asked, touched that he was giving her friend a good time.

“You looked angry today, and I knew what you were going to do.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I don’t?”

“No.” She got a thrill from him being close to her, and she loved the way he held her. His large hand rested on her hip, holding her in place.

“Then tell me what the hell I’m doing here, and lo and behold, here you are.”

She couldn’t answer him. She tried to move out of his hold, but he wouldn’t let her, tightening his grip on her waist.

“Sarah needed some fun.”

“Bad break up with the deputy.”

“What were you doing at my brother’s club today?” The moment she saw him, she’d panicked, thinking he was there to tell Saint that they’d had fun a couple of weeks ago.

“That’s club business, baby.”

“Which is a polite way of saying keep my nose out of it.”

“Look, club business isn’t something for you to know about, okay? It’s a deal between Saint and me.”

“Did you tell him about us?” she asked, biting her lip.

“No. What we’ve got here, it’s not breaking any rules.”

“Have you ever killed a woman?” She didn’t know where she was getting the confidence to ask these kinds of questions. Elena was used to keeping to herself, and keeping her questions locked up tight.

Asking questions always got her in trouble.

“Where’s Daddy and Saint?”

“Why can’t I go live with them?”

“I miss them.”

“Why do you keep hurting me, Mommy?”

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”

“Yes.”

He released a sigh. “Fine, baby. I’ve killed traitors to my club, and if they’ve had a cunt, then yes, women are dead, too.”

“What do you consider a traitor?”

“Someone who turns their backs on the club.”

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