Page 13 of Love & Vendettas
Her long lashes dip down briefly to hide the desire shooting from her eyes. Full, sweet lips painted a dark shade of purple tilt into a smile that shoots straight to my groin.
We’ve been together for almost three decades, and I still feel about this woman the way that I felt when I first met her.
“I love you.” Bayleigh mouths.
I cover her lips with mine, basking in the coolness of her tongue when she slips it into my mouth. I suck on her tongueeven as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, letting me know that danger is close.
Although I continue dancing with my woman, I break the kiss and nibble on the shell of her ear while whispering, “I love you too.”
As my words and actions appear to be completely tuned in to Bayleigh, my eyes are scanning the club, and my ears are listening for the slightest thing that may be off. A pitch that doesn’t gel with the music, footsteps that may seem hurried, anything that suggests something is about to go down.
As the song ends, I take her hand and lead her back to the VIP section, scanning the club. I see nothing off. We’ve been here for a while, and it’s about time to bounce. I’ll give it a few more minutes before we leave.
As we’re chatting with Aris and Noble, I spot a group of four men walking by the VIP section. All four of them are eyeballing me hard as fuck. I don’t break the stare even when I feel Bayleigh patting my hand and saying, “Baby?”
I don’t stop staring until they’re out of sight. I nod at Malik, who disappears from the room.
“Yeah?”
“You good? Seems like you dazed out for a minute there.”
“Yeah, just thinking about our dance. I want to head home soon and finish what we started on the dance floor.”
Bayleigh smiles at me and replies. “Of course.” But that knowing gaze of hers lets me know that she’s aware there’s more. She turns back to Aris and Noble and continues chatting.
I wait for Malik to return and report to me. When he does, he has no news.
“By the time that I made it out there, they were jumping into a limo and pulling away from the curb, Bossman.”
“Get me the plates off the nearest traffic cam as soon as you can. We’re about to dip.”
Malik nods.
Just before we get up to leave, a couple of bottle girls come up to us with a large bottle of Macallan.
“Mr. Knight, this bottle of Macallan was sent to you,” one of the bottle girls states.
The second one hands a glass to me and then leans over, reaching toward Bayleigh.
“Here, let me give a glass to the lady too,” she remarks, rubbing her breasts against my face.
“Ma’am, he’s already got more than he can handle. Thank you. We’ll open it later at home,” Bayleigh declares in that dark, husky tone that she has, placing an arm between my face and the woman’s breasts.
She’s so damn polite with it, though. If you miss the deadly look in her eyes, you won’t realize how serious she is. Bayleigh is a sweet lady, but she is a beast when it comes to beating a bitch’s ass.
The bottle girl steps back, glances at her co-worker, and smirks before nodding and comments, “Duly noted.”
As the two of them begin to step off, I shout, “Miss!” over the music.
“Yes?” The first woman turns to answer.
“Is this courtesy of the house?” I ask, holding up the bottle of Scotch.
Looking at the other bottle girl, she frowns and then shakes her head.
“No.”
“Who did it come from?” I ask instantly, going on guard.
