Still, he was a bulky guy.

Even without all his old strength, he could easily overpower someone as small as Saff.

“Why don’t you take that tape off her, so she can go?” I said, moving closer.

“No, I don’t think I will.”

“Why not? She has nothing to do with us.”

“See? I think you’re lying,” Alen said, his hazel eyes narrowing at me. “See, she had a key to the front door…”

“Lots of people have a key to the front door. We have a lot of people working here now.”

“No, we don’t, do we?”

“Look, Alen, I get you being a little confused—”

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not confused. I’m pissed.”

“Okay. Pissed. I can see that. But you have to understand—”

“That the so-called friend who has everything he has in life because of me decided to fuck me over on his new deal? No, Sore. I don’t think I will understand that.”

“You were going to prison,” I reminded him.

“Clearly not.” He waved a hand down at his body.

“I thought you were going to prison. Was I supposed to put my life and business on hold for a decade?”

“You definitely shouldn’t have cut me out, acted like I’m not the man to put you where you are.”

I could feel Saff’s gaze on me. I knew I would see a million questions there. I couldn’t bring myself to look, to face the confusion, anger, and betrayal.

Besides, something told me it wasn’t smart to take my eyes off of Alen.

“I couldn’t cut you in when you were behind bars, Al. You know that.”

“You fucked me over. You’ve been fucking me over for years,” he snarled, yanking Saff’s arm hard.

Unprepared for the movement, she stumbled over her own feet, sending her falling down to her knees.

My heart dropped at the thud as she landed.

My gaze was on her as her eyes flicked up.

I’d seen her fire before.

But this was something brighter, hotter, more lethal.

If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I might have missed it.

Her arms yanked out from behind her back, no longer bound, then her one hand came whipping across her body.

The small bit of light in the club caught on something metal in her hand just a second before she stabbed it into the hand that was still holding her arm.

Alen’s roar filled the room, but Saff was unaffected as she whirled out of his reach, then jumped off the stage and ran toward me.

I braced, sure she was about to slap—or stab—me.

And, hell, I’d have deserved it.

But her hand shot out, reaching under my shirt, and grabbing the damn gun out of my waistband.

I wasn’t even sure how she could have known it was there.