“Damn right, you will. You’ve risked the lives of hundreds. He’ll have half of London hooked on his shit because I can bet my life it’s better than what we allow out there.” He’s right. What we put on the streets is not as strong as what can be gotten in some places. Our rules are strict. It’s expensive, not as strong, and we control exactly how much we allow out there. Reggie will make it stronger, cheaper, and easier to obtain, meaning the streets will be flooded. Crime will go up and the mayor will look like he’s lost control of London.
“I’ve got the lorries being tailed. I’ll let you know where it ends up.”
“I’ll have the police force on standby,” he mutters, pulling out his cell.
“You can’t raid it until I get my boy back,” I say firmly.
He laughs, it’s cold and bitter. “The fuck I can’t. You want me to risk the streets for one kid? We’ll be saving thousands more.”
He puts the call into the Chief of Police, and I glance at Cree. I won’t be giving up the location until my boy is back safe.
We leave The Windsor just as my cell lights up. “Pres,” says Chains. “A packaging warehouse. It’s full of workers, but these boxes have been delivered around the back. I don’t think the workers know about the secret business out back. I think it’s the same kind of set-up Marshall has.”
“Right. Text me the address and get out of there. The Met will be all over it as soon as I have Ziggy.”
Next, I call Reggie. “Where’s my kid?” I growl. I’m done with the fucking about. I’m close to doing exactly what Cree said.
“Your men did a good job today. I’ll require the same service tomorrow.”
“Fine, just give me Ziggy and Michelle,” I growl.
“Tonight. I’ll send you the address. But Riggs, it’s a black-tie event, so don’t show up in club kuttes.”
Bonnie slips a dagger into the garter of her stockings. “You sure about this?” she asks. “Won’t Anna get the wrong impression?”
“I need Reggie to think I’m over Anna.” I tuck a gun in my holster under my arm.
“I think we’ll be checked for weapons,” she says.
“I know the security at the event. It’s on mutual ground, so Reggie will most likely be tooled up too.”
Chains straightens up his jacket. Leia watches him and I frown. Maybe having them go together wasn’t a good idea, but Mom convinced me. Leia’s got a good aim, so she’ll be worth having with us. I just wish it wasn’t on Chains’ arm.
Cree loads the van with guns. The plan is he’ll be outside with the rest of my men, just in case it all goes wrong.
We arrive at the Mayfair Hotel in central London. The charity event tonight is for victims of drug abuse. The irony.
Most guests go through the body scanner. The head of security ushers us around with a wink. Bonnie hooks her arm through my own. “I hate shit like this,” she utters. “A bunch of rich asses pretending to give a crap about the charity. It’s an excuse to wave cash around and drink champagne.”
“I’ve got to get Ziggy and then we can leave.”
“You really think it’ll be that simple?” she asks. I shake my head.
We stay by the bar, giving me the perfect view of the entrance. After an hour, there’s still no sign of Reggie, and I’m beginning to get impatient. I head to the bathroom, and as I’m passing the female door, Anna steps out, almost running into me. I push her back into the bathroom so fast that she gasps. There are two other women in there who look surprised to see a six-foot male in their bathroom. “Get out,” I hiss. They don’t wait around to be asked twice.
My lips crash against Anna’s before the door closes. I feel around for the lock, clicking it into place. I rub my hands over her waist, along her ass, and pull her flush against me. “Fuck,” I pant against her lips. She wriggles against me and I realize she’s pushing me away. I grip her wrists and hold her still. “Don’t fucking push me away,” I growl.
“He’ll come looking for me,” she hisses.
“Then let him find me balls deep inside you,” I snap, lifting her onto the sink unit and stepping between her legs. She hits my chest hard in protest. “You fucking him, Anna?” I growl and she stills, avoiding eye contact. “Are you with him? Like for real?” I ask. She shakes her head but still won’t meet my eyes. “Anna,” I hiss.
“What do you want me to say, Riggs? I stepped back into the lion’s den and now I’m paying the price. I have to play along or he’ll kill me. Do you know what the thought of leaving Malia alone with that monster does to me?” she cries. “He’s changed, and not for the better. If I was you, I’d leave London like he wants because he won’t stop.”
“Until he’s dead,” I say, and she laughs sarcastically. “You think he’s invincible?” I ask.
“I think he’s dangerous. I’ve spent days watching him torture a woman who I think deep down, he loves. He makes her watch us.” A choked cry leaves her throat and she sucks in a deep, shaky breath. “She sobs because she loves him too, but he’s fighting it. He’s scared to love her in case it makes him weak like you.”
“Like me?” I repeat.
“Love is what will bring you to your knees. That’s what he keeps saying. Your love for Ziggy. Your love for Michelle.”
“My love for you,” I mutter, stroking my thumb down her cheek.
“No,” she snaps, pushing my hand away. “You don’t love me. Get Ziggy and Michelle back and then leave London. None of this is as important as them. You can move your club anywhere.”
I step back, confused by her
