“Grab one of his hands, hold it down for me,” I directed.
Holiday needed a minute to get there, so I used the time to get the six-inch stilettos on again. Then I stepped directly onto the middle of his palm with my heel. I took just a moment to appreciate the effective stems on these shoes. I’m pretty sure he cried. “Listen, asshole. Do not try to pull any control shit on me. Ever. Again. And let’s see…”
I turned back to Holiday. “Search his pockets for a wallet.” It took her only a few seconds; I kept up the pressure on his hand. He was having some trouble breathing. I was fine with that.
Once she found it, she handed the billfold to me. I checked it and found a large number of one-hundred-dollar bills. I took them all out and gave her about half of them.
“I think we’re good to go now. Later, you sick fuck.”
And I grabbed Holiday’s hand, and we were out of there.
It was time to find Dom, and get the hell out of Dodge.
Chapter Ten
Dom
I couldn’t believe I had let Sienna talk me into this shit. Watching Sienna work at the club was bad enough, but watching Sienna work a private party with powerhouse, rich, entitled tuxes and wearing basically nothing was torture. I wanted to wrap her up in my jacket and my arms and bodily carry the woman out of there and away from those fuckwad dickheads as if the house was burning down. Fuck. I wanted to burn the house down.
I was losing my rationality.
When I had arrived with Joey Ronn and one of my Storm brothers, Ship, Sienna was already there, dressed in a tiny little bedroom piece that didn’t cover her ass. Oh, and the hands of that sick bastard Fielding. He was all over her. He was touching my woman. I wanted to pound him down for that so badly that my hands actually twitched.
But I controlled it. Barely. With that for my entrance, this whole night was lining up to be a long stretch of purgatory.
To keep my mind engaged with something other than my hardwired need to break Sienna away from this whole scene, I tried to focus on the plan that we had agreed on, to try to find some evidence tying Fielding to Ronn’s darkest porno productions.
I hadn’t been completely upfront with Sienna about Fielding and Ronn and everything that had led up to her sister’s death. Who needed to hear that shit about the torture of the last hours of her life? I really didn’t want to put her into a tailspin of pain and regret for Tania. If need be, I’d tell her about it later, when she could take the time and space to properly grieve and get through all the emo that would no doubt come up.
Here’s how I figured it: as long as Sienna was under my watch, I could keep any of that shit from going down.
At least I had scored on one point with her. I had drilled it into her that under no condition was she to agree to do a porno for those fuckers. She was my woman, and no way in hell was I okay with her even nominally considering taping one of those things, no matter what they offered her. She got it. I was pretty sure she got it.
My fucking luck that I picked the one woman who continually resisted my best efforts to teach her proper respect for my authority, right? But damn, she did it for me. The more time I spent with her, and the more time went on, I was starting to get that I really liked her. A lot. More than just her hot bod and the phenomenal sex.
But tonight was not the time to be thinking about any of that serious shit. Point was, I needed to stick to the plan. We figured Sienna would have had a better shot of going through the upstairs rooms of the house, and I’d have a better shot at the first floor. We’d raise fewer eyebrows that way.
Not that I liked that she’d have to be out from my watch in order to accomplish that portion of the evening’s festivities, but it did seem like the best, most logical approach. I was trusting her to handle herself wisely. Seeing as how she was smart and quick and didn’t take any shit, not even from me, I was hoping that we’d be able to get in and out within a few hours, maybe even having scored some evidence, and no worse for the wear.
That was a fucking big leap of faith, but I took it for her.
After the first hour or so of rich assholes schmoozing with each other, eying my woman and the other girls present like they were medallions of filet mignon, and snorting up some heavy lines of coke, the floor show started. I had to watch Sienna strip down to nothing but those fucking shoes that made her legs look like they towered to the moon. And then I took note that she never managed to find that damn little piece of gauze that had not really covered her before—my woman was forced to walk around that damn living room fucking naked. I had to take that shit and just watch it. I thought for sure I’d be bursting a blood vessel or 5,000 sometime tonight. This shit was so fucking wrong, I was starting to see red. I maybe was breathing a little tight.