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“We have to hope he does the latter if we’re going to catch him before another girl ends up dead.” Angie’s voice sounded calm, although her insides were in knots. Being bait for the lowlife scum who’d almost killed her once already wasn’t her idea of a good time.

“I don’t like this.” T’s words were little more than a growl as he stopped behind her chair. His hands dropped to her shoulders, squeezing gently. “He came too close to killing her once before.”

“I’m fine, T, really. This just comes as a shock.” Her hand rose to grip one of his at the wrist. “These poor women are being victimized because they look like me.”

A bang through the speaker made Angie jump. It was as if Cap had slammed his fist into something. “I can’t believe we’ve been scouring all of Texas for that motherfucker, and the whole time he’s been the one terrorizing our club in LA.”

“I’m not surprised,” Angie replied. “He blames me and Rossi for messing up the good thing he had going. What benefits us with Richard, or dastardly Dick as those who knew him in his DC days called him, he’s arrogant and thinks he’s invincible.”

“He’s got balls, I’ll give him that,” Cap said, anger ringing in his voice, not admiration. “It was too hot in San Antonio, so the next best place to exact his revenge against Rossi is Decadence LA. Targeting look-alike subs is pretty damn sick though.”

“It’s almost time to open,” Eric announced, his eyes homing in on Angie. “Are you ready?”

She wasn’t, but what else could be done? They had no proof, just guesses. They had to lure him in and lock him down, and who better for the job than the archetype for his hatred and revenge?

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” she agreed, ignoring the waves of intensity radiating off the man at her back.

Chapter 16

THIS WAS HER THIRDconsecutive night at the club and she’d never seen a crowd this big.

“It’s the voyeurs. Carousel draws them in.”

She looked up at the man who stood at the end of the booth where Eric had settled her and dared her to move until he or one of his men came to fetch her. His unyielding tone and stern expression were effective in keeping her in place, as was the memory of the huge mistake she’d made with the sadist Grigori.

“Yes, they warned me about that, sir,” she answered, going right back to worrying her lower lip. She’d noticed the stations were clearing out as the booths filled up with twenty minutes remaining until the big event. “It appears they drop everything for the show.”

“Yes.” He looked up at the second-floor railing. “It’s standing room only in the crow’s nest already.”

Her gaze followed his to the loft, where members stood shoulder to shoulder peering down at the main floor.

“It’s going to be okay, Angie. You can trust Master T.”

Her gaze shifted from the gawking crowd upstairs to him. “You’re a friend?”

“I’m Master Jerry, one of the club masters here. I’m also a Rossi man.”

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