Page 70 of Beastly Armory
“Vixen. The spies are looking into things, but Max is convinced. I think…” She pauses. Swiping at her face, she shakes out her hair. “Livy, I think he left from here to do something really stupid. The look on his face?—”
“Where did he go? What did he say?” Gripping her face, I jar her slightly, hoping the answers drop out of her mouth.
“I don’t know. He’s been drinkingheavilyall night. He was all paranoid. Once he was alerted to this earlier this morning”—she waves her hand at the fire—“he took off, drunk and mumbling. He said something about revenge. About going to—” Biting her generous bottom lip, she stops herself and glances toward Wyatt.
My fingers grasp her little shoulders and shake her back to my attention. “Where? Where did he go?”
Batting her lashes at me like I’m one of her simps, she says, “Uh, please don’t get mad at him, Livy. He’s just really messed up about Adal.”
Her whiny tone only makes the ire in my neck rise. “Where, Ari?”
She sighs and peers into the flames, the reflection causing her olive skin to redden. “I think to the Crimson Angel.”
Motherfucker. If he so much as put a hand on his zipper in front of one of the whores there, I’ll burn down another of his establishments, too. Pining over mehard,only to, what, ditch me for something he had to pay for? Just like my father…
Checking for my knife in my boot, I get a vision of slicing off that perfect cock of his.
“Wait, Livy!” Arianna callsout.
I’m already gone. Jumping back into the driver’s seat, I rocket toward the lounge. Each mile causes the blood to move from a pulsation to a gushing sound within my ears while sweat pours down my back despite the chill winter air. Driving over gives me a bit of time to think up some strategy, but the rage inside makes logical thought impossible.
Before I can enter the bar area of the brothel downstairs, Clive, the bouncer, stops me. Hungry for a feel, his rough palms explore my body for weapons in my robust cleavage. Impatiently, my foot taps as I heave a sigh into his face. I hope my breath stinks.
“This is ridiculous. I wouldn’t walk in here with a gun.”
Fingers dig into my breasts on either side as his thumbs brush over my nipple bars under my black T-shirt. It’s a last-ditch effort to satisfy his need for domination before he steps aside. Small dick asshole. Using my full force, I shove the bar door open dramatically.
“Hey, Dove!” Gerald pipes up when he sees me enter, wiping a glass clean with a white towel.
“Save it, Gerald. You know I’m Livia. Where’s the bear?”
His light eyes look at the cloth in his hands briefly before darting to the left. “I don’t know who you mean, Livia.”
“Bullshit. Where is Freidenberg?”
Several patrons glance up from their tables, some nervously scattering from the room. A large hand grips my shoulder. “Careful, fox.” Clive’s deep bass rings in my ear. Twisting my torso quickly, I shrug off hiswarning hold, then slide to the right, dipping to the back hallway. Clive is big and slow, not able to keep up, but Strauss or another of his men will be here before too long, which has me dancing away as quickly as I can.
There are three halls with boudoir rooms, so many it could take a while to find him. And with the cameras humming as they follow me, I don’t have much time. Picking randomly, I sprint down the hall to my left. None of the rooms have locks, so I just need to open the doors fast and move in a line.
In the first suite, I find three men together on the bed. One is riding a laying man reverse style, while sucking the standing man’s cock. No Max.
Another door is filled with at least ten people in various stages of sex, but still no lion.
By the sixth door, I spot the curvy hostess, Jade, cleaning a flogger in her palms. She flips her head to the door as I fling it open, her eyes widening, then they narrow as she scans my body, sizing me up.
Jade turns fully toward me as if she’s going to be able to take me in her stilettos and tiny strapped dress. “You’re not allowed in here.”
“Where’s Freidenberg?”
A change comes over her face as her dark eyes sparkle, her generous maroon lips straining to contain a smirk. “Oh… Max left here not too long ago.Greatdick, don’t you think? It’s so sexy when he growls like a bear as he comes.”
Her words cut me through the chest.Did they?Closing my mouth, I swallow and raise my chin. “Where did he go?”
“Probably to my bed for a second round. I don’t think he has use for you anymore. At least that’s what he told me.” With a few long strides, she saunters closer, leather straps in her hand gleaming in the dim light as she smacks it into an open palm. “So go on home. I’ll take good care of him.”
As she nears, each waddling step of hers causes my rage to grow from stunned pain to full out fury. Her hands reach out to grab my arm, but I bend, sliding my hand into my boot and flicking open my knife. When I jerk to a stand, my fingers grip her neck, pulling her body close to me.
Before she understands what has happened, I allow the wrath inside to take over and my fist stabs her in the chest rapidly, repeatedly. After each slice into her abdomen and ribs, I dip and spin with perfect piqué turns. Shocked, she stumbles, arms flailing without any coordination.