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was at least, a good foot gap between her and her partner.
    My partner spun me round, and curved his lower body and front, against my back. His hips thrust suggestively against my butt. Yet the feel of him rubbing against me, was leaving me cold. Determined, not to let my lack of response to the closeness of his body spoil my night, I purposely pushed my body against his. This reminded me of my time with Adam.
    I could not believe it. Nick fucking Fudge Winchester, seems to have ruined me for other men. Just as I was about to join Cassie and Baby Blu, someone tapped me on my shoulder. Frustrated and disappointed at the interruption, I released a sigh. As I turned my head towards my right shoulder, I found myself locking gazes with the eyes of a cat. Glacial, amber eyes stared at me. The mouth pinched, as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me out of the grip of the stranger. A quick search of the dance floor and I found Ivy, in the arms of Fraggle.
    “Sundance. What the fuck are you doing?”
    “Saving myself from getting a beating from Fudge. Fuck Ellie, you were a little too close to that dickhead’s body.”
    “We were dancing.”
    “If you need someone to dance with, dance with me.”
    Cats eyes, turned into puppy eyes as he gazed down at me. A wounded look plastered on his face.
    “Come on Ellie. Do it for me. Would you really want my beat up body, on your conscious?”
    The wounded look, and pleading note in Sundance’s voice, has me laughing as I begin to wiggle my body against his. Further peals of laughter escaped, when Sundance placed a very large gap between our bodies.
    “Okay, Sundance I take it that Nick sent you, but what’s with Ivy?”
    “Dec’s got a mean punch and Fraggle doesn’t want his nose broken… Hey Ellie are you okay? You’ve gone kind a pale.”
    “No, I’m not okay. You lot need to get over your double standards. If Ivy wants to get laid, it’s got nothing to do with either the club or Dec.”
    Annoyed at both the attitude and the arrogance of the men of Devil’s Comfort, I stormed out of the club, reaching for my cell as the door slammed behind me. Nick answered on the second ring.
    “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
    “Hey, what the fuck have I done?”
    “What the fuck have you done? … You’ve sent your fucking Hench men down here. I swear Nick, if you were here, right now. I’d hit you with an iron bar.”
    In the empty alley, all I could hear, was my heavy breathing and the clicking of my heels, as I paced on the sidewalk. My anger, mounting with each passing moment.
    “You’ve got to trust me Nick. I’m not one of your fucking, skanky whores.”
    “I know that… El...”
    “Shut up Nick. You and Dec, sent two of your men to spoil our fun. Don’t you trust me?”
    The more I thought of why he had sent Sundance, and Fraggle, the more questions I came up with.
    “Is that what you’re doing? Did I interrupt your fucking?”
    “Ellie…”
    “And how the hell did you find us?”
    “It’s my fault. Tabby asked which night club we had gone to, and I told him.”
    Rayven’s firm voice has me spinning round to the small woman. In the low street lightening, it was hard to tell if she was remorseful or not. Hell, she had nothing to hide. It wasn’t her fault that her old man was a conniving, sweet talking bastard. Who was probably acting on Dec’s or Nick’s orders.
    “Ellie… Ellie... Ellie”
    Nick’s voice carried down the cell and I replaced it against my ear.
    “Look, Nick, I’ll call you back later.”
    “Ellie. Don’t you hang up?”
    “Why not.”
    “Because we know who’s behind the break-ins and Sundance and Fraggle are there because we have to finish the run.”
    For a moment I simply stare at the phone. I could not understand, why Sundance and Fraggle are in New Orleans, just because of whoever is behind the burglaries, and what that has to do with us. Pissed at both the MC and Nick for spoiling what should have been a