Page 45 of Say My Name

“What about your sons?”

His eyes show genuine fear in them. Like he’s as unsure of their innocence as me. When I decided to question Yuri, I knew he had nothing to do with killing my girls. It’s not his style, but his sons are a newer, nastier variety of criminal.

“No. I don’t think my sons would do that. Do they kill people?” He shrugs. “Sure, but only men. They’d never kill pussy.”

I run my hand over my jaw. “I’m going to talk to your sons about it but wanted to talk to you first.”

He nods. “Thank you.” His attention returns to the fight that just ended with the yellow-trunk guy taking a mean left jab to the face and falling flat on his back to the ring’s floor. Guess he didn’t win. “I have to go. I have business,” he mutters.

We shake hands, and I weave through the crowd and head to my car in the lot. It’s no longer raining as I race down the empty roads toward Club Greed on the other side of town. Tonight will be a busy one with all the reservations in the books, and I know Adele can handle herself, but it’s unnerving not knowing what’s happening inmyclub.

I’m definitely not expecting what I see when I make my way through the club, into the back employee area.

Adele towers over Swan, tugging and trying to fasten the back of Swan’s corset.

“What the fuck is going on?” I bark out, trying my best not to let my hungry eyes feast on Swan’s tempting outfit.

She’s dressed in a black corset with a pink ribbon lacing through the silk material into a bow that sits just above her apple-shaped ass. Black stockings travel up to a pair of barely there pink panties.

Fuck me.

I nearly come all over myself just from the sight.

Yet, this is all wrong.

Swan’s startled gaze holds mine.

“She’s dancing for the Chekov party tonight,” Adele says, interrupting my dirty thoughts.

“No the fuck she’s not.”

Adele abandons Swan’s corset and parks a hand on her hip. “There’s no one else.”

I yank my phone out of my pocket and bring up the schedule on one of my managing apps. I scroll through the list of girls working tonight. “We scheduled Kitty to be in that room tonight.”

“She called out sick.” Adele raises a hand. “Don’t worry, her boyfriend is with her. She’s ok.”

Normally, I’d breathe a sigh of relief that Kitty’s home safe, but I’m too worked up over this recent change of events to calm down.

“What about Luna?”

“Luna has a group that requested her, so she’s busy.”

My hands ball into fists. Hell, I think I’d rather have Adele go into the monster’s cave instead of Swan.

And she’ll be dancing for the Chekov brothers?

Over my dead body.

Chapter 14

Chloe

Devereaux looks testier than I’ve ever seen him. I try not to get angry at his implication that I’m not good enough—notsexyenough—to dance.

I step away from Adele, who’s trying to shield me from his ever-growing fury.

“I can do it,” I say with as much determination as I can muster.

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