Page 81 of Say My Name

“Why do you say that?” Ledger asks.

“Because it’s the best place to control the girls.”

Roman runs his fingertip over his lips, thinking. “Wonder if some girls wanted out? Maybe Ginger ditching the senator upset whoever is behind all of this shit, and he killed her.”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” I say again, my head is all over the place, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I stand. “I’m heading downstairs to make sure everything’s running smoothly.” I have to escape my thoughts.

And I can’t avoid Swan all night.

“I saw she’s here tonight,” Roman says with a smirk.

“Who?”

Ledger and Roman share a look. “Swan,” Ledger says. “We know, man.”

I move to the door, not bothering to look at them as I leave. “There’s nothing to know,” I say before I hightail it out of my office.

I move through the club on autopilot, thinking over the past few days. The past few weeks. The mess that my life has become.

Last month, I was on top of the world. Not a fuck to give. I was relatively content.

Now, I’m anything but those things.

Whoever’s killing the girls of my club has ruined any chance of that. The worst part is not knowing if more will die.

I stare at Swan across the tiled floor. I’m entranced by the way she floats through the area, smiling at customers, brushing an arm against a patron at the bar while he says something to her. She’s hypnotic, the way her head cocks back when she laughs, blonde hair tumbling down her back.

What I wouldn’t give for one night with her.

One fucking night.

“She’d make a great Greedy Girl,” Adele says, coming up beside me.

“No, she wouldn’t.” I turn to face her, staring into her blue eyes. “I don’t want her becoming one of them.”

Adele gives me a speculative glance. “Why not? The men of the club love her.”

“That’s the problem.”

It’s selfish of me to keep Swan all to myself, but the thought of any other man in this club looking at her—touching her, kissing her soft skin—makes the violent part of me surface. I won’t let her become a Greedy Girl. I just won’t.

Because I want her for myself.

My greedy girl.

“Mhm. I think you’re falling for her,” Adele says, catching me completely off guard.

“What?” I cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t fall for anyone.”

It’s true. I’ve never been in love, and I never will be.

I don’t want it. Have no use for it. The feathers of her swan cloak can stay in plain sight, because I never plan on taking it from her.

“That might be your problem,” Adele says.

“Who says I have a problem?”

Adele raises a thin brow. “I didn’t say you did. I just think you should explore your feelings.”

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