Page 31 of Room Seven

Louisiana and suits of this caliber equal Club Sin.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

“Drop me off at the front of the airport on your way around and I will buy a ticket. I’ll be gone within an hour. Promise. You don’t even have to kiss me goodbye this time.”

“What a fucking dirty mouth on this girl, brothers.” Mirsha’s cold steel eyes fall on me and the impact of his banked power radiates out until I can’t seem to breath. His face comes closer, blurring out the passing streetlights untilheis all I focus on.

Mirsha asks roughly, with a cock of his dark brow, “Is that how you were raised to speak to your godfathers?”

“If you still think you can pull the godfather card on me, think again.”

Dark laughter reverberates in Mirsha’s broad chest, but there’s not a hint of humor in the masculine sound.

Time has only made the man look more distinguished. Dark hair feathers over his forehead. The way it makes his eyes stand out is not lost on me. I can be mad at the man, but he’s still drop dead gorgeous. Rough around the edges, but all the more captivating. He must have a trail of women in his wake begging for him to return.

And then I kill the lust with a nice bucket of ice-cold water. “I would die happy never seeing you three again.”

“Is that so?”

Not really. “God’s honest.”

And then the rope Viper mentioned is around my hands and feet with a silk tie forced into my mouth.

He pats me on the head. “Be a good girl for your godfathers and sit.”

Raw fury turns volcanic. I’m going to kill them all.

Eight

Luther

It’s hard explaining a tied-up woman over a man’s shoulder. So I don’t try.

The guard at the gate kept shooting eyes at Aster. Lucky for him, the college-aged boy had a head on his shoulders and knew better than to ask questions.

My guns on the seat beside me might have had his lips sealed and him punching us through too, but I like to give credit to people having some level of common sense. Viper thinks I have too much faith in my fellow human beings, but I don’t know. It’s nice to put good vibes out after three and a half decades of putting bodies in the ground. I figure if I can persuade enough angels to fight for my soul, I might get a chance at going to heaven with Aster when the time comes. It’s worth a shot.

I angle my head around and catch a death glare from Aster. Common sense tells me to release her and make sure no guns are within reach. But the demons in me like seeing her gagged and roped.

We roll to a stop on the outskirts of New Orleans. Fifteen miles back, street lights slowly faded away to give space for the wilds of Louisiana to take over. This far outside the city, the night air is clean, warm, and holds the scent of jasmine. The club is on an old plantation with sprawling lands and draping willow trees. The perfect location to keep low and let whatever storm is rolling over with Aster pass us by. If she tries to run this far outside the city, she can only get so far.

Not that I see untying her soon. She thinks we will let her go, but this time the girl isn’t going anywhere. The first time I let Mirsha and Viper win. This time it’s what I want.

Fuck the consequences. Sometimes common sense is overrated.

A valet pops the door open and I step out, handing him the keys.

His eyes go wide when Viper hauls out a pissed off Aster and slings her over his shoulder. Mirsha jerks his chin at the gawking man-boy and steps in front of him, blocking the view of Aster’s fine ass in leather.

“Eyes to yourself unless you want to lose them.”

“Sorry, sir. I just…is she okay?”

I grin and rest a hand on his shoulder. “Depends on who you ask. Do us a favor and call in to the manager. Ask them to prepare Room Seven for a female guest. We will need a contract brought to us this evening.” There are a few rules to keep the members of Club Sin safe. Until now, we haven’t needed a contract between a woman and ourselves. Tonight that changes.

I grip Aster’s ass and get a squeal in return and then she knees Viper in the chest. Poor bastard.

Instead of walking through the front door, we round the side of Club Sin and head for a more discreet entrance. The low hanging branches of willows give a semblance of privacy as a few members make their way to the back gardens. Embarrassing Aster is the last thing any of us wants so we stay quiet and use the darkness as a shield.

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