Beyond Control(49)

"And I need you to give me the benefit of the doubt." He caught her wrist and ran a thumb over the O'Kane ink wrapped around it. "This right here? This is proof I'll listen."

It had taken her six months to convince him it was a bad idea to exclude women from his gang. "You're not bleeding. That's proof I'll listen."

He crooked a smile. "I'm a little disappointed. What's that a sign of?"

Lex pushed away the tendrils of uneasiness still curling through her. He didn't understand, but he would listen. It would be enough. It had to be enough.

She touched his hand. "It's a sign that this just might work out after all."





Chapter Eighteen



Dallas had never been able to bring himself to entirely trust city tech.

The banged-up tablet on his desk was clever enough. He liked the fact that he could speak words instead of writing them and see his notes transcribed into clean lines of text, as if by magic. It was quick to manage and easy to organize. And it could all go away with the blink of an eye.

It had happened before, after all.

The thing was on the fritz again, mangling the words he spoke and locking him out every time he tried to save the file. He tossed it aside and was starting his list of most likely recruits over on paper when a knock rattled the door.

A mass of red curls appeared as Trix stuck her head into his office. "You have a visitor."

Her appearance reminded him he needed to add women to the list of potential recruits--with her at the top of it. "What kind of visitor?"

She hesitated. "Dressed like she's from Eden, but she seems pretty comfortable out here. She walked in like she owned the place."

Dallas could only think of one person who could possibly qualify--and he couldn't think of a damn reason for her to be in his sector. "She didn't give you a name?" he asked, but he was already on his feet.

Trix shook her head. "I asked, but she didn't answer. Just said you were expecting her. Business."

"Like hell." He followed Trix into the hallway, tugged his office door shut, and locked it for good measure. "Is Lex still out with Noelle and Rachel?"

"As far as I know." She tilted her head. "You want me to get rid of this lady?"

"No, she's for me to deal with." But not in his office, where he had papers scattered about and too much private shit. "Give me five minutes and bring her to the meeting room. And whatever the hell else you do, keep Lex away from there."

Her pale brow creased in a frown, but she backed away with a nod. "Sure, I can handle that."

He waved Trix away as the corridor split, sending her back toward the front of the club as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. The building that housed the Broken Circle was still the heart of their operations, even though the compound had expanded into a sprawl that covered four sector blocks. He was in his element here, on home turf so familiar it lent him an extra edge, a confidence he'd need for this meeting.

It was Cerys, it had to be. Come to take the next step toward whatever endgame she'd envisioned when maneuvering him into a position of greater power. Smart as he was, Dallas had zero confidence in his ability to think circles around a woman who played politics with Cerys's skill and intensity.

But that didn't mean he couldn't use her own game against her.

By the time Trix showed Cerys into the meeting room, Dallas was sprawled in his customary chair at the head of the table, a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses on the table in front of him. He looked up from trimming his nails with his pocketknife and--like a good uncultured barbarian--kept his ass planted firmly in his seat. "Cerys."

She unwrapped a deep brown fur from around her neck and draped it over the back of a chair at the opposite end of the table. "Mr. O'Kane."

Yeah, she could make a man feel like a misbehaving boy with nothing but the inflection in her voice. Ignoring the twinge, he committed to his rudeness. "You're a long way from home. What brings you south of the fence?"

She stood still but glanced around the room, taking it all in. "I came to talk about Alexa."

He damn near cut off the tip of one finger as his fist clenched. "That so?"

"Don't get all excited." She sank gracefully into a plush, padded chair set against the wall. "You know her as well as I. She's your woman, and happy to be that--for now. But she'll want to do more. Be more."

"Could be." That was how women like Cerys laid traps--with the truth, the bitter, painful truths that niggled at a man. You had to make him bleed before you offered to kiss it all better. "Could be you don't know her half so well as you think."

"It's possible," she admitted. "That's why I'm here instead of talking to Lex."

"Yeah, she'll love that."

Cerys smiled. "No, she won't be happy with me. She does prefer to ignore the reality of her situation sometimes."

Leading words. He wanted to be too stubborn to ask. Wanted to. "And what's the reality of her situation?"

"You own her, and she's not a woman who can be comfortable with that."

"I own Lex exactly as much as she lets me," Dallas replied, baring his teeth in his own sort of grin. "You of all people should appreciate the pitfalls of trying to own Alexa Parrino."

"I do, which is why I now realize that I should have been grooming her for something special." Cerys shifted on the chair and crossed her legs. "I should have been readying her to take over Orchid House."

Well, shit. He hadn't seen that coming. "You getting bored of politics, Cerys?"

For a moment, her serene mask slipped, and she looked tired. "I'm getting too old for the games, O'Kane. The bickering between the sectors, the threats." She shrugged. "I have money. I want to enjoy it."

"And you want to hand your business over to the one that got away?" The perverse part was that it made a sort of sense. The girls who stayed to be trained into docile little puppets wouldn't have the ruthless fire necessary to lead. If he could trust that the weariness he'd seen in Cerys's eyes was truth and not simply another mask.

"I'd still benefit. I'll receive a healthy cut of the profits until I die, that's tradition. The way things are done." Her smile turned cunning. Jaded. "Do you think my predecessor liked me? She loathed me, but she knew I could make money. So here I am."

Still not the right answer. "What makes you think Lex would turn a profit? She doesn't just hate you. She hates what you do."

"For the girls' sakes, of course. So she knows they'll have someone looking out for them."

He thought about Lex's whispered confession, the need to help, and he hated Cerys a little more. Not only for knowing where to stick the knife, but for knowing better than he had. With Lex under his nose day in and day out, he'd still found a way to be oblivious to the need gnawing her up from the inside.

Cerys hadn't. "Even if that pitch worked on her, who says it'll work on me? I happen to like Lex right where she is, not off playing hero in some other sector."

She responded with an unladylike snort. "Right where she is for now, you mean."

"You know some travel plans of hers that I don't?"

"Cut the shit. You know what I'm talking about."

She'd already said it once: Lex would want to do more, be more. The only thing he hated more than this meeting was having it after that f*cking fight over the prospects from Three. Lex already wanted to be more. Could Cerys smell that weakness on him? Hear it in his voice?

Fuck that. "Lex is a lot happier as my queen than she would be running a damn whorehouse."

"You say that with such derision, but isn't that what she is? Your whore?" Cerys shook her head. "Perhaps she'd be even happier as your equal."

Rage overwhelmed good sense, and he slammed the knife down on the table. "You watch your f*cking mouth, unless you want me to drag you back to the fence by your hair and throw you over it."

She held up a placating hand. "I meant no offense."

"Bullshit, you didn't." Bracing both hands on the scarred wood, he rose and leaned forward, pinning her in place with the force of his anger. "You pretty it up over there. Flowers and nice dresses and training, but you're a pimp, Cerys. A grasping, greedy pimp. If anyone running a brothel in my sector tried to take a third of the percentage you do, I'd let Ace pound their face into the cement. You meant for me to be f*cking offended, but you know what? Calling her a whore's still not as big an insult as turning her into you."

Cerys stared back, unmoving. "I've upset you."

Which had probably been the damn point, but he couldn't reel it in. "We haven't even gotten started on how you plan to make her my equal. All the other house heads will just step aside and let you pick the next sector leader, too?"