On Her Master's Secret Service (Masters and Mercenaries #4)(63)

“Unlike your regular nightclub, at least once or twice a night, all eyes will be on the stage,” Alex explained. “No one will be able to look away.”

One of the South Americans sighed. “I thought this was a stupid idea, but you’re right. We can move most of the product very quietly this way, with almost no prying eyes. We could use the…what did you call the cocktail waitresses?”

“The submissives,” Alex prompted. “The subs would be able to move through the crowd making your nightly drops. The buyers place their orders with the bouncers and pay up front. The subs deliver the packages during the show.”

Chazz nodded as though he’d been in on the idea the whole time. “That way we keep the package and the money separated. And the girls will be trained what to do if they get caught. Master A can make it so they won’t ever give up the operation. Yeah, this was always the plan. My plan. I’m pitching the whole thing to the boss when he comes in. He’s going to love it.”

“The owner of this club is very smart, as you can see.” Alex laid it on thick. The last thing he needed was Chazz to think he was going to try to take credit. “It’s why I decided to throw my lot in with this club. The scene you just saw was just a teaser. I can make the scene last as long as we need. I hope you can see that this is to your advantage.”

“I can certainly see how she’s to my advantage,” Jake said, leering at Eve’s ass.

Maybe Jake was playing his role a little too well. Alex had a sudden need to punch his friend.

Alex untied the ropes that bound her, and Eve slid gracefully to the floor back in slave pose.

“What do you say to your Master, pet?” Alex asked.

“Thank you for the discipline, Master. Your pet is very happy to serve.” Her head was down, her voice a soft monotone, but he caught her lips curling up in a seductive little grin. Her long hair hid it from the others. That grin was meant for him and him alone, and Alex’s cock pulsed in his slacks.

He reached down and grasped her hand. Eve stumbled a little, her knee seeming to go out on her and she fell against his chest. He forced his expression to go dark. “Go sit down. Your lack of grace disappoints me. On your knees by my chair.”

He wanted to lift her in his arms, but everyone was watching. Eve moved to the chair he’d been sitting in and sank to her knees next to it.

Chazz approached, his hand out. “Very nice, Master A. I think that plan went well.”

“Yes, I believe you’ve made your point,” the first gentleman said.

Jake was making his move because Alex had more than one point to make. “I know I’m interested in being involved.”

“Who is that man?” The second gentleman asked, staring at Jake like he was a bug crawling across the floor.

“He’s just a friend. He’s in the security business. I’m always looking for decent bouncers.” Chazz frowned as though he finally realized that bringing his drinking buddy from the night before into a business meeting was a bad idea.

“And I’m always looking for a pretty whore,” Jake said just before he reached down and put a hand on Eve.

Even though they’d planned this, Alex practically saw red. He crossed the space between them in two long strides and then he nearly lifted Jake up by his shirt, his fist coming back and cracking against Jake’s jaw.

One punch. The first one had to be good. The rest were all for show. Alex had Jake on the ground, his fists hitting Jake’s gut lightly, but the sounds Jake made were pure theater. He howled and moaned and pretended to fight back.

Finally, Sean pulled him off Jake, but his point had been made. Everyone was watching him, their eyes moving from his face to the blood on Jake’s.

“You’re a complete psycho,” Jake shouted, rolling away.

Yeah, that was the impression he’d been trying to make.

Alex stared down at Jake, his voice a low threat. “The next time you touch my property, I will kill you. Do you f*cking understand me? I’ll take a knife to your gut and you won’t go fast. You’ll go slow and be in as much pain as I can give you. I protect my property and my friends. You get the f*ck out of here. You don’t belong here. The boss tried to show you some friendship and this is how you repay him, by screwing up his meeting.”

Alex turned and saw red again. Eve was at the feet of one of the f*cking terrorists, her arms around his legs, his hand on her head.

It looked like his next fight would be real. No pulling punches this time.





Chapter Ten


Eve planted the device she’d taken from Alex, affixing it to her target’s shoe. She’d made a careful study of their shoes. Alex was wrong. Placing it inside a jacket was a bad idea and none of the men were carrying briefcases. The little sticker-like tracking device would stand out on a cell phone, and that seemed to be how these men communicated and kept notes.

A jacket could be easily removed, cleaned, and the tracking signal lost. Most men changed their jackets. But not their shoes.

She leaned over as though the violence was terrifying and she was hoping the man above her would protect her. It gave her a chance to smooth the device down. Of the three men she had to choose from, this one’s shoes were well worn. They were black Louis Vuitton loafers that had subtle creases from long wear. The Middle Eastern man’s shoes were black, too, but they were new and had an obvious shine to them. They were a no go. A quick shoeshine at the airport would dump the device. The man she’d chosen had dull shoes. He didn’t shine them. They were perfect. He wasn’t leaving those shoes behind any time soon.