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I’m sure it’s why he became a cop.

I push past him, opening my door and sliding in. He moves to the front of my vehicle, placing both palms flat on the hood of my car.

I honk my horn.

His eyes blaze into mine, and he laughs. “Have a good one,” he says as I drive away, holding my hand out the window to give him the finger.

Chapter 15

Devereaux

“And that’s why the cops need to be doing their job and figuring out who killed these girls,” Greer says as we sit down to a family brunch at her place.

I’m trying my best to stay focused, but my mind keeps going back to Swan.

When I saw Adele tying up Swan’s corset, cinching her breasts together to create the most lickable cleavage, I nearly had a coronary.

And when she told me she’d be dancing for the Chekov brothers, I saw red. We have talked to the Chekov brothers many times about touchingmygirls when they’re not supposed to.

There’s no way I’d throw Swan into that pit of danger without trying to stop her. Yet, she wouldn’t listen to me.

I’m her fucking boss.

And it’s like it didn’t even matter. Like she couldn’t even hear me.

She strolled past me, taunting me, saying, “Watch me.”

I’d never been so angry in all my life.

She traipsed off to the VIP room and left me seething, trying to control the fury as each second ticked by.

The only thing I could think to do was cut the power and kick everyone out so I could sulk in silence. I planned to tell Swan to leave as well. However, when I saw her gazing up at me with those pretty emerald eyes, I caved. Her words, ‘Watch me,’ haunted me. They still fucking haunt me.

I’ll never be able to erase the image of her dancing for me. It’s burned in my brain for eternity, and honestly, until this point in my life, I’ve seen nothing more sensual. She was nervous at first, but once she got moving, got grinding her hips…

Fuck.

I’m nearly sporting wood here at the table while I listen to my buddies and sister drone on about how no one is doing anything about the murders.

I lean back in my chair, needing to remove some of the weight from my shoulders. “There’s something I need to tell you guys.”

They all set their cutlery down and stare at me.

“Does this involve marriage or babies?” Ledger jokes.

“No. The night Ginger died,” I take a breath, “she came to my office.”

“What?” Roman asks. “Came to your office when?”

“I closed early that night because we didn’t have many people in the club, and things wrapped up by eleven. So, I sent everyone home early.”

Their eyes stay glued to me.

So, I continue, “I was getting ready to leave, just finishing the end of night reports when Ginger showed up at my door. She was acting weird, talking about how she’d liked me for a while. She came onto me—”

Roman cuts in, “Did you fuck her?” He sounds upset, and I don’t blame him right now.

This is big.

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