Ruthless King

Or get rid of them entirely.

Picking up the hoodie, he frowned as something fell out of the pocket. Picking up the piece of paper, he didn’t even hesitate before checking what it said.

I know your secret.

And if you don’t want everyone to know . . . you’re going to have to buy my silence.

Ten thousand dollars.

What.The. Fuck.

After the threat, there were instructions on how to pay. The person wanted her to drop the money off next Sunday.

Well. They were going to be in for a surprise.

Because it wouldn’t be Jilly dropping that money off. And they would learn not to threaten his girl.

But what did it mean? What secret? What did she not want people to know? Something that she’d pay ten thousand dollars for them to keep to themselves?

It didn’t make a lot of sense. He’d known she was keeping something secret from him, but he hadn’t expected something like this.

Why would someone blackmail Jilly? It was obvious that things were tight for her. She didn’t have any spare cash.

Or was that why things were so tight? Because she was paying blackmail money?

Maybe this wasn’t the first time they’d sent her a note like this.

Why the hell hadn’t she told him?

She had to know he’d gladly take care of this for her.

Unless it was because she didn’t want to tell him the secret. Was that it? Whatever was going on . . . she knew he’d insist she tell him everything.

He glanced at the note again, turning it over. His stomach dropped as he saw the name written on the front.

Nyx.

He’d heard that name before. But where?

Glancing down at the floor, he spotted another piece of clothing. Bending over, he picked up a black negligee. It had threads of gold in it and was nearly see-through except for a couple of lined patches to cover the nipples and pussy.

Then it hit him.

The club. The woman on the stage with the white hair and mask.

Nyx.

That dancer in disguise.

The one he’d been attracted to in the club. Fuck. Well, that explained that.

But it didn’t explain what the fuck she thought she was doing dancing in a fucking strip club.

Fury flooded him as he remembered her showing her breasts at the end.

Arguably, her dancing was more modest than the other dancers. It was only right at the end that she bared her breasts.

Or at least from what he’d seen.