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“Areyou sure it was a good idea to bring her along?” Gunner asks.
“After yesterday, I would rather have her close.” I was thrilled when Rose asked if she could come with me to the club. I needed to keep her close but didn’t want to suffocate her. I expected her to want a little space after everything. If she were anyone else, she’d be asking me a million questions about me declaring her my submissive. She seems content, happy even, and I selfishly want to have her here so I can enjoy it even if it might not be the best idea.
“Gunner is right. She would be safer at the penthouse,” Daniels pipes up with his unwelcome two cents.
“Are you saying you can’t keep her safe while she’s here?”
Daniels gets a dark look on his face. “You know I can. I just don’t like the thought of taking unnecessary risks with her. She’s been through a lot.”
I slam my hand down on my desktop. “You think I don’t know that? I pulled her from the goddamned ledge yesterday. Literally. She was one misstep away from being taken away from me again.”
Daniels holds out his hands in surrender. “I get it. We’ll keep her safe.”
Gunner nods his agreement. Slade silently sits in the corner, looking haunted. Seeing Rose on that ledge sent him into a brooding silence.
“Tell me what we know.”
“I found the new location for Red House,” Gunner says with a twisted smile that promises pain.
“Where is it?” Slade growls, his eyes flashing with anger. Good. Anger is better than brooding silence. Anger means he’s ready for what comes next.
“Here in the city. Apparently, our friend Damon Savada decided he wanted to move from drugs and guns to girls. He bankrolled moving the operation.”
“Motherfucker,” Daniels yells. “I should’ve killed that fucker when I had the chance.”
“There’s always next time,” Gunner says with that same twisted smile. Daniels likes to hurt people, and he’s damn good at it, but he still has limits. Gunner has no limits. He gets the information he needs and then keeps hurting them until they die. Daniels gets the information then kills them quick.
None of us are good men. We hurt people. Kill when necessary, but all for a good cause. Does killing for the right reasons negate the wrongness? I like to think of it as instant karma for the scum of the earth. The men we kill are human traffickers and owners of sex slaves. What we do saves women and children from a fate worse than death.
“I’m assuming you’ve already got a plan in place.”
“Of course. Oscar is watching the place. As soon as Grant shows his face, we’ll move in.”
Slade turns angry eyes at Gunner. “So, in the meantime, we just sit back while girls are raped and beaten? What about them?”
“If we move now, Grant will disappear again. I don’t fucking like it any more than you do, brother, but it’s the only way.”
“And Damon?” I ask.
Daniels cracks his knuckles. “Is mine.”
“Good. Keep me posted. I want to know the second Grant is spotted.”
“Will do, boss.”
The three men get up and file out of the room.
I flick on my computer monitor and pull up the security feeds. I flip through until I find her. My Rose. She’s with Hannah in the recovery suites restocking the rooms. I told them both that they didn’t need to work, but of course they insisted once they found out that Nancy has been out sick all week.
I could sit here and watch Rose all day. Especially when she throws her head back and laughs at something Hannah says. I’m jealous that I’m not there to hear the joyful sound. Rose is happier than I’ve ever seen her. The shadows are gone from her eyes, and she’s full of life. I’m about to say fuck it and go to her when my phone rings.
It’s Luca, the manager of my Vegas club. Of all the times for him to call in on time. I click away from the security feeds and answer the call.