There was a pause, and then he asked, “Is he good?”

“He is.” I wasn’t going to give him more than I needed.

“Will he be available for next weekend as usual?” His accent was thick where will sounded like vill.

“Unfortunately, no, sorry. If you go to our website, we have more men online for you to view. I’ll just have to give you the password to access them.” Which I would since we’d already looked into him.

“Net,” he clipped in Russian. “I would prefer Ben. Is he working with your company still?”

Fuck, it didn’t seem like this guy wanted to give up West, which had me thinking maybe the attraction had been two way and not just on West’s side.

“He does, for now, but the hours he’d been doin’ aren’t suitin’ him any longer.”

“I’ll take any hour he has available.”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible. He’s already been booked out for the next month with his new hours.” I was talking out of my ass and hoping this guy would buy it.

“Will he be sleeping with these other clients?” he bit out.

“It’s no business of yours what my employee does,” I told him with a hardness to my voice.

“Fine. Give me the access code and I’ll take a look, then get back to you.”

I passed on the code, since I couldn’t not, even though I didn’t fucking like his attitude. We ended the call, and I sat back in the seat, staring at the phone. It wouldn’t be bad if I had Death look further into Mr. Hail. I made a note of it before Erica walked into the office and I gave her the details for her night.

As the hours dragged by, I couldn’t help but feel off, the urge to call Kylo riding me hard. My gut had been twisted since I got here. I’d just reached for my phone when my door crashed open.

Torch stood there, panting, “Get to the hospital. Gun’s hurt.”

I stood and grabbed my things as fear had my blood rushing through me. My chest ached like a bitch. “What the fuck happened?” I demanded, making my way out.

Torch followed me to the doors. “Just get there, brother. Drive safe.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, why wouldn’t he say? Did it mean it wasn’t good? I couldn’t think of it now. I had to get to the hospital and find out what the fuck was going on. Then, and only when I knew Kylo was okay, could I let myself think and feel.

Chapter Seventeen

Kylo

Already I missed him, and he hadn’t even been gone long. What was good was that Zion seemed to be having the same problem since it was only moments ago he’d messaged me from the club. The show I usually loved just wasn’t keeping my attention. Maybe sleep was what I needed, and then the time would go faster for when Zion got home.