Page 55 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“So where is Kayne?” Javier’s menacing voice is suddenly right behind me.

“Out for the evening,” I inform him squarely as I put the car in drive.

“Is he?” Javier sounds perversely intrigued.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go see him, shall we?” The tip of a knife is suddenly digging into my throat.

I swallow thickly. The blade alarmingly alerting me to its presence.

Fucking hell.

I watch Javier slither into the restaurant, then grab the phone and try Kayne for the zillionth time. Of all the fucking nights to go MIA! I throw the phone at the dashboard when I hear his voicemail yet again. Son of a bitch!

I consider going in, but if Javier sees me before Kayne does, it could raise a red flag. I have to trust Kayne can handle Javier’s surprise appearance.

I’m nearly climbing the walls of the limo as I wait. The minutes ticking by like hours.

When my phone finally rings, I jump so high I hit my head on the ceiling.

“Jett!” Kayne snaps. “Why the fuck would you bring him here?”

“He whipped out a knife and demanded that I take him wherever you were. Bit mistrusting, don’t you think?”

“Coming in a day early unannounced? Nah. Why didn’t you let me know he was here before you picked him up?”

Is he serious right now? “I called and text, shithead.”

I hear Kayne growl distantly through the receiver. “We have a situation.”

Ya think?

“Meet me out front. I sent Javier back in the Maserati,” he informs me agitatedly.

“Oh, that was smart. I wonder what kind of trouble he can get into with that,” I patronize. The man has been here for all of an hour and already things are going haywire.

“He’d better not get in any. It’s risky enough he’s on American soil.”

“True,” I agree. “So what’s the situation?”

“Ellie.”

“Ellie? The girl you’ve been obsessing over?”

“I haven’t been obsessing!” Kayne erupts.

“Mmmhmm,” I respond snidely. “She rejected you? Need some ice cream?”

“No, cocksucker. Javier. He wants her. I made an executive decision.”

“Oh, no. Kayne, you and executive decisions are never good,” I fret.

“Yeah, well, it was either that or let Javier get his sadistic hands on her. And like hell I was going to let that happen. You have any stuff stashed?”

“Yes,” I reluctantly tell him. I always keep a little insurance policy in the back just in case sticky situations arise.

“Good.”

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