“Okay. Why haven’t you shared this with the rest of Storm, though? Why keep us in the dark? Seems like the more ears you got, the sooner this can all go down, we get her back, and take Fielding and Ronn down?”
“The knives, Dom. As soon as I learned of Fielding’s sick thing for knives, I knew I couldn’t risk my baby girl like that. The more people who know, the more chance of something slipping. I need this to go one way, and one way only. I can’t think…” And he shook his head.
I could see that. I had to give him that. I’d be lost and confused with gargantuan worry, too.
“Dom, here’s the only way I can figure it: I need us to appear to be under Ronn’s thumb. All of us. Like you thought—hell, like everybody thinks—that we’re all just security for the ass king of porn. I trust all our brothers in Storm, Dom, but there ain’t no way that all of us can act. So as real as I could keep it was the way it had to be. That’s why I couldn’t talk about it. If they don’t know they’re pulling the wool, then they can’t misstep and blow the cover, right? It’s the only way to play it, for now.”
“Yeah, I get that. You’re right about that.” I took a moment. “Thinking this through, though, Ronn knows you’re Zoe’s dad, now, right? That’s what he’s got on you.”
“Yeah. He does. He put two and two together when he saw that the phone number is the same. So he’s holding that knowledge over me, but I’m pretty sure Fielding doesn’t know, ’cause he don’t look at me differently, with any special knowledge or anything. So Ronn’s got me on two counts: Zoe, and now Manny and the girl.”
I stood up, “All right, Pres. All right. But you gotta know, you got me, and I’m all in with you. We do whatever we can to get into Fielding’s sick fucking world, we find her, and we get her out.” I headed to the office door, getting ready to ride home to think and plan how best to sort this shit out. As soon as fucking possible. I needed space to think.
But first, I needed to get my ass back to Hardcore to get Sienna out of there. Immediately.
“We keep the silence for now, then. Ears open, eyes open. Opportunity is gonna happen, Pres. You gotta know that. We will sort this. And we’ll get your girl back. And then we shut the fuckers down.”
He nodded. And I was off.
Chapter Nine
Sienna
When Dom had returned to the club, I had just gotten out of a little “meeting” that Mr. Ronn had called in the dressing room with myself and three other featured dancers, in which he basically told us we would be appearing as “featured guests” at an upcoming party that Mr. F was hosting.
Finally, I thought, I might have a chance to get some inside information about Mr. F and his widely discussed but little-known deviancies. I mean, how deviant could the man be? I needed more info, and this seemed like it might be the perfect way to get it.
I had asked who else was going to be there, and Mr. Ronn told me that wasn’t any of my business, that we were to show up and do our job and forget everything the moment we left the party, including faces and any names we might pick up during the night. Okey-dokey, then. It sounded super aboveboard.
The one thing I was fairly certain of was that Mr. Ronn didn’t go anywhere without his protective guard, the men of Storm MC. If we played our cards right, Dom could be there, too.
Unfortunately, this brilliant plan didn’t go over so well with Dom.
Standing up to his full height, hands on his hips, he declared, “No way, Sienna. Nuh-uh. You are not going near that fucker’s party. I don’t like it. Fuck, I don’t even want you stepping foot in the club anymore, let alone headlining at the sick fucker’s party. No. I gotta draw the line, babe, and say you are pulling out of this gig and cutting all ties to those two fuckwads.”
Oh, really? “Dom, you did not just tell me how to live my life. I know you didn’t. I just grievously misheard you, right? You want to rethink what you just said to me?”
He leaned in, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tight. “No, babe, I don’t. I’m serious. Those fuckers are dangerous men, babe, and I do not want you near them. No more.”
“Uh-huh. Dom, you need to understand something about me. I might like it when you get all domineering and controlling in the bedroom—I’m not saying I don’t—but when it comes to my life, I call the shots. Not you. I agreed to letting you drive the car for a while, but this is a stellar opportunity to dig, and I do not intend to fuck it up.”