Ruthless King

“His name is Keegan.” She raised her chin. “He’s a nice guy and he needs that job.”

“Don’t worry about Keegan. He has another job.”

“He does?”

He grunted. “He works for me. Just hownicewas he, though?”

“Regent! You cannot be jealous because Keegan looked out for me. Wait, he works for you? So, he was at the club . . .”

“Undercover. Yes. I was actually going to ask him you . . . about Nyx, I mean. But I didn’t end up needing to.”

Holy. Heck.

Keegan was a spy?

“So there is no reason I can’t destroy the club.”

“I won’t allow it, Regent.”

Regent leaned forward. “It will happen.”

“Look, it’s possible Santé didn’t know about Trip or Patrick. He and Kimmy were in my private dressing room. I never saw him any other time, other than in the alley. Please don’t do this. I don’t like it.”

She let her lip wobble.

He glared, then sighed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You will not always get your way.”

She rarely got her way.

“I think I better leave.” Victor got up, ignoring Regent’s glare. He almost looked a bit relieved.

Perhaps he hadn’t wanted to blow up the club or set it on fire or whatever they had planned.

“I’ll call off burning the place,” Victor said. “And bring in Kimmy.”

She didn’t like the idea of Kimmy being questioned. But this Patrick sounded like bad news.

“I’ll want to chat with Santé too. Find out if we have any recent photos of Patrick to show Jilly.”

Victor nodded. “Oh, and that other scumbag you wanted is in custody. He’ll be here and ready by tomorrow.”

Who?

Actually she was probably better off not knowing.

Regent pushed his chair back. Then he crooked a finger at her, before pointing at the floor in front of him.

Uh-oh.

Time to pay the piper.

“Are you mad?” she asked as she rose and stood between his spread legs.

“Why would I be mad, sweet girl?”

“Because, I, um . . . because I won’t let you burn the club down?”

“I’m not mad.” He grasped hold of her hips. His fingers squeezed her ass cheeks which were still a bit tender from last night.