Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“They’re my men. And I’m here to discuss Indie.”
“Indie is dead to me.”
“Wow, what a great guy,” Jack said sarcastically. “Takes an abusive asshole’s word over his own sister. Well done.”
“Indie is in the hospital. I thought you might want to hear why. I guess not.” She turned away. Ian moved with her. But they paused as they heard the sound of the door unlocking.
“Fancy bastard can unlock a door from afar,” Jack said as he pushed his way in. She and Ian went next. Jameson brought up the rear. “Ooh-la-la. Color me impressed. This place is fancy.”
“Jack, are you all right?” Maggie asked.
“Sure am. I’m just in the mood to kill.”
“I’ll have to ask that no one spills blood while they’re here,” a dark voice replied.
Maggie looked over to see Quaid Ashworth watching them. A shiver ran through her. Quaid was one of Slade’s best friends and his partner in several businesses. And he was a Dom.
He was slightly terrifying. Okay, very terrifying.
She’d never played with him. He was too intense for her.
Yeah . . . and what do you call Jameson?
“Quaid,” she said quietly.
“Maggie, I hope you have a good reason for being here. You know that Indie is a sore spot for him.”
“I also know that he abandoned his sister when she needed him the most.”
Quaid reared back. “Is that so? You better come with me.”
Ian still held her against his chest as Jack followed Quaid first.
“So, how do you get to be an owner of a kink club?” Jack asked. “Do you have to be a total sexual deviant or is it just a cash flow thing? Because I have the deviant part down.”
Good Lord.
They walked into a large office with a leather sofa against one wall and a big wooden desk straight ahead. Slade was sitting behind the desk, and Rock Holden stood to his left. She didn’t know if that was a nickname, but if it was, it suited him well. The man was built like a linebacker and showed minimal reaction to anything.
To Slade’s right was Spencer Hensley. Spencer was actually the nicest of them all. Or that’s how he came across. Indie had always warned her that looks could be deceiving.
“Maggie, I let you in,” Slade said. “I’d appreciate it if you could be brief so we could get on with our day.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. This prick. “So you don’t care at all that Indie is in hospital?”
There was a tick by his eye. Oh, he cared.
“She never stole those plans, Slade. When would she have had a chance?”
“There was camera footage of her going into our apartment. And she had the code and keys.”
“Right, because footage can’t be faked,” she scoffed. “You know what? Indie was right to tell me not to come. You’re not going to believe what I have to tell you.”
Quaid made a scoffing noise. “You’re not going to leave without telling us.”
She met his gaze before Ian stepped between them. “You’ll watch your tone with my girl.”
“So the tabloids were right when they said you’d hooked up with two men. Or is it three?” Slade asked.
“It’s three. And you’re not one to judge. Indie told me that your friends like to share.”
Slade narrowed his gaze at her.
“She’s in the hospital because Billy found the apartment I’d rented for us. I thought I had hidden her well, but it turns out . . . I didn’t.”
“It wasn’t your fault, precious girl,” Jameson told her. He stepped forward to place his hand on her shoulder. “You did the best you could. Her brother should have been helping her.”
Slade glared at Jameson. Then at her. “What do you mean she’s in hospital because Billy found her?”
“He beat her up. And not for the first time.”
Slade grew pale.
“She went to your apartment that day to tell you. Billy followed her, but he had the footage doctored to remove him. He took her home and beat her. Warned her away from going near you again. Oh, and he stole your precious plans at the same time.”
“He what?” Rock said in a low roar that shocked her. He stepped forward and Jack stepped back in front of her. “Tell me.”
She breathed in slowly, trying to calm herself.
“My girlfriend has recently been kidnapped,” Jack said. “She was terrorised, hurt. Then she gets home only to find her best friend beaten and in the hospital. So you will refrain from yelling at her or I will end you, understand me?”
“Like to see you try,” Quaid replied.
“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Ian barked.
“No,” Rock said. “Tell us about Indie.”
She pushed at Jack, but he didn’t move and she had to peer around him.
“He beat her. Wrecked our apartment. She has nothing now. I’ve been saving so she . . . so she can take time off after the baby is born. But now we’ll either have to use that to get a new apartment or move to Escana.”