“Prez, Evelin will want to know,” Fire growls.
“I get that, more than you’re aware, but we need to get Kinley to the clubhouse where Hotshot can look her over, and make sure she’s not physically hurt.” The way Heat says this, how he seems to be reading the room, surprises me. “McKenna will drive her over. Two of you in front. The rest of us will follow.”
Did he say I was going to drive her to the clubhouse?
“Um, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I murmur.
“No choice, Trouble. You’re with us.”
There he goes again, calling me trouble. What is with that?
“What makes you think I don’t have a choice?” I demand, getting more than a little agitated.
“We don’t have time to get into this. The guys who took her, will be looking, and they’ll follow her scent. They’ll know where to look. Bastards won’t get to her at the clubhouse. And if they come here and find you alone, they’ll do to you what they’ve done to her.”
“They’re not going to do a thing to me,” I snap, getting to my feet and taking a stance against Heat. I refuse to follow orders. They’re not for me. “And I’ll say it once, I’m not going to the clubhouse.”
Heat narrows his eyes, and those bright blue eyes that seem so all-seeing, oh my, even glaring, are beautiful.
“Get your ass out to your car, woman, before I throw you over my shoulder,” he orders.
“Don’t you dare threaten me, Heat,” I say at the same time my cell phone starts playingSavage,my ring tone for Leon.
Shit.
I talked to Leon last night. I didn’t go into detail, but I talked to him. Him calling me today, means he had to have talked to Hel.
Ignoring everyone in the room, I grab my phone and answer it, turning my back to the room as I say, “Hey, Leon.”
“What the fuck is with the sweetness in your voice?” Leon demands.
“What the fuck, what?” I smile to myself because the tone of his voice gives me a sigh of relief. “Why are you calling when I know you should be getting the girls line up ready for the night?”
“Babe, I’ve already got shit done, and I’ll say this, I’m not happy about putting Silver up as my headliner. She’s already claiming that she’s taking your spot and keeping it,” he grumbles.
“You can tell Silver, unlike her, none of me is fake. Men don’t want fake in their face. They sure as hell don’t want her cackling at them when they get a lap dance from her like she likes to do. Reason she’s not the headliner is because she’s not me and can’t do what I do. Tell her she can try, but she’ll never be me. My status as the headliner will never be hers. For one, she can’t even dance the pole from top to bottom after twirling from the rafter beams overhead. She doesn’t have the upper-body strength. She also can’t do the drapes number without breaking her neck. That’s all me, and she can get over herself. Besides, she doesn’t shave her twat like she should,” I rant, pissed I wasn’t able to say any of this to Silver’s face. I couldn’t stand the bitch. She’s the only one of the girls who pisses me off.
If the tension weren’t as thick as it was, I’d swear it just got thicker as I’d been rambling on. I guess I forgot I had guests.
I twist enough to see Heat coming in my direction.
“Ugh, Leon, let me call you back,” I tell my boss before he can respond to what I’d been saying and hang up. “You can also go as well,” I say, speaking to Heat.
“Not until you get your ass in your car,” Heat growls, seemingly annoyed with me.
“I’m not going anywhere with you. If Kinley wants to go to the clubhouse, I can take her, that’s fine, but I’m coming back here.”
“Kinley can ride with me,” Brimstone announces. “I don’t give a flying fuck. But I need to get her where she’s safe and can be looked over.”
“I’ll ride with Fire,” Kinley whispers.
“Babe,” Fire grunts, looking conflicted. “I’ll call Evelin, she’ll come pick you up. Will that work?”
“Yeah,” Kinley says, nodding as she wraps the blanket tighter around her.
Fire steps away and makes a call of his own to I can only guess Evelin. I don’t know the woman, just like I don’t know any of these people, but I’m figuring out Kinley is a friend of theirs and Evelin will help her.
My phone rings again, and damn if it’s not Leon calling again. I need to answer, but I need to get all the guys out of my house first.