My temper flared and anger shafted through me in fast, burning pulses.

“You interested in seeing my cock?” I sneered.

“Only with her lips wrapped around it.”

Sick motherfucking bastard.

I held his stare, making a silent vow to break his neck when this was over.

“I’m leaving tomorrow on a business trip. I won’t be back for a week. If the merchandise is secured before then, you will hold it for me until I return. I want it untouched. No bruising. I hate marks that I haven’t made myself and I don’t want to wait until they fade.”

“That’s not how this works,” Will informed me.

“This is the only way it’s gonna work. I don’t know you and I don’t know him.” I jabbed a finger at the man still sitting. “I already told you this is not the way I do business. But you have something I want, so I’ll make a few concessions. But hear this, Will, you fuck me over on this deal, I’ll see to it you’re put out of business permanently.”

“You’ve got some big balls coming—”

“I think what you mean to say is I’ve got a big dick, and you’d be right. You think you’ve got the upper hand with me coming into this meeting blind, but you have no idea.”

“What’d you say?” Will asked, doing his best to be threatening.

“I said I’d be back in a week to pick up the goods.”

Needing to end the conversation before I snapped Will’s neck, I walked to the door but stopped short of turning the knob. Looking at Lorenzo, I followed my hunch.

“I want that video deleted, Lorenzo. I find out you didn’t erase it, you got problems.”

Being the shit criminal Lorenzo was, he couldn’t stop his cheek muscle from jumping.

He also didn’t deny there were cameras in the privacy rooms. Motherfucker was recording members without their consent. Either he got off knowing he was invading their privacy, or he was using the recordings as blackmail. Probably both.

“Call me when you have what I want.”

With that I left Lorenzo’s office, scanning the main room as I made my way back to Dee to get my phone and check out. The VIPs were nowhere in sight, and neither were the bodyguards. Sammy was likely entertaining them in the dungeon downstairs. A room that was not on the blueprints of the mansion. Which begged the question—how many other secret rooms were there and what were they used for?

I hadn’t even turned the engine off when the front door to the beach house swung open, and Sloane appeared looking like the temptress she was in nothing but one of my t-shirts. Thankfully it hit mid-thigh. Also thankfully my jealousy had taken a hiatus because I didn’t contemplate Cole’s murder when he stepped behind her, hooked her around the waist, and yanked her back inside.

I shut down the BMW, stepped out, and prepared myself for the battle that would surely ensue once I told Sloane my plan. The woman was going to be unhappy, as in furious. My only hope was that tonight freaked her out enough to make her understand the danger she was in was real. She wasn’t starring in an episode of Scooby-Doo where the bad guy was an old man, Mr. Charlie dressed up like the Grinch to stop trick or treaters from knocking on his door. Lorenzo was not going to go down quietly. Will Evans wasn’t going to take his punishment like a man. Neither was asshole number three. And those were the ones I knew about. Until this was over, Sloane was going to Idaho.