“C’mon, sis.” Ezra wrapped his arm around my shoulder, causing me to flinch. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care. We walked to the couch and took a seat.
My fingers tapped my thighs as my eyes bounced around the room. Now that Nazai was gone, I felt back on edge. I darted my eyes to the exit.
“You really need to learn to relax,” Ezra said, leaning back. “You look like someone’s gonna jump out the dark at you. Ain’t no one gonna bother you here.”
I cut my eyes at him. Ezra was a lawyer, apparently taking after his father, but he was the least serious.
“You never know. It’s always best to stay alert.”
Ezra chuckled. “Damn, you and my brother are so alike, yet so different.” I studied my brother-in-law. From what I heard, he was unhinged when it came down to business and someone that attacked in the courtroom with no remorse.
“Why are you the only brother here?”
“The club isn’t Emmet’s thing and Lucas is at his clinic.” My eyes narrowed. Lucas worked as a surgeon a couple times a week at the hospital, but I knew he also ran his own underground clinic for those who had injuries they wanted to keep under the radar.
“Mrs. Tavarez,” a female voice called out, causing my eyes to snap to her. “From your husband.” She held the drink out.
I eyed it for a second then grabbed it. “Thanks.” She nodded and turned to leave.
“Drink and live a little, sis. You’re good here.”
“You know… for you to have such a serious job, you’re the least serious person I know.” I brought the drink to my mouth and took a drink. My nose instantly scrunched at the strong taste.
“I get serious when it matters.” Ezra shrugged.
Slowly I drank my drink, continuing to scan the floor. I took my phone out of my other jacket pocket to check on my brother. Nazai was in and out of the section, checking on me. Being here showed me I was not like most people. While everyone else was here to have a good time, I was wired up, twitchy, and uncomfortable. Growing up, I was secluded. My parents homeschooled me until I was in seventh grade, and even then, I didn’t socialize much.
I stood up and Ezra grabbed me, causing me to tense. “Where you going?”
I pulled away from him. “Bathroom,” I said stiffly.
When I walked to the entrance of the section, Bruce stopped me. “Boss doesn’t want you leaving the section.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He leveled his stare on me. He pulled his phone out and tapped the screen.
“C’mon.”
Bruce led me through the club. I wilted every so often into myself when we got too close to a group. My hand was inside my jacket again, wrapped around my knife.
Bruce nodded at the man standing guard in front of a cut out part of the room. “The boss wants you to use the bathroom in his office. Straight up the stairs, the door’s unlocked.”
I furrowed my brows and bounced my eyes between the two before pushing past them and heading up the stairs. Last time I was in the office I was high on ecstasy so I didn’t get a good look at it. It was a nice size, with a large desk toward the back and glass windows that oversaw the club behind it. On the wall were video monitors. I noticed he had a built-in fish tank, like at his house but smaller, on the opposite wall. My cheeks flushed when I eyed the couch against the wall, remembering what had happened on that couch. Shaking my head, I located the other door in the room and headed to the bathroom.
When I was done, I washed my hands and left the room. I walked to the windows behind Nazai’s desk. They gave a full view of the club floor. It was lit up, making it easy to see everything. I scanned the floor, and like my eyes were drawn to him, I spotted Nazai at the bar, signing something and nodding at whatever was being said to him. I clenched my jaw when Majesty walked up to him.
I glanced at the screens on the wall. The first screen showed the downstairs club, which wasn’t as lit up as the strip club. The second screen showed the strip club. I focused on the square showing the bar. Majesty leaned up and whispered something in Nazai’s ear. Her hand went to his arm. I might not have ever been in a relationship, but I knew how to read people and it was clear by the way Majesty looked at Nazai she had a thing for him. A possessiveness I’d never experienced before grabbed me. I remembered how just hours ago I was on my knees for Nazai and how calm my mind felt as he fucked my face, then I thought of Majesty feeling the same thing.
Pushing a heavy breath out of my nose, I turned and stormed to the door. I hurried down the steps, not bothering to wait for Bruce as I passed him heading for the bar. I pushed people out of the way, not caring about their protests.
Majesty was leaving the bar by the time I got close. I redirected myself and followed her. She went down a dimly-lit hallway. I crept behind her. The hall was empty. After waiting a couple of seconds, I stepped into the room Majesty had gone in.
We were in the dressing room. A couple of girls walked out and stared at me curiously. I didn’t pay them any mind as I walked to where Majesty sat on a bench, kneeled over and looking through a bag. Pulling my pocketknife out of my jacket pocket, I flicked it open and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. The rush I got during a kill filled my body.
She yelped. I pressed the blade against her neck. “I’m only gonna tell you one time. Touch my husband again and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.” I quickly swiped the knife and it cut into her flesh on her cheek. She cried out and grabbed her face.
Smoothly I turned, went to one of the vanities, and grabbed a towel to wipe my blade before closing it and tucking it back in my pocket.
I left the dressing room, leaving Majesty crying and complaining about her face.
