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why hasn’t he been tossed on his ass?” Trace asks.
    The men are silent and I unwillingly tear my gaze away from Collin and look at my bodyguards – not just mine, really, all the girls’. They ’re staring at me as if to say that’s why, boss.
    I scowl at them because I know a simple toss on his ass was not what they would have done. They would have roughed him up as well.
    “South?” Trace questions.
    “ I know him, Trace. Please, just…lemme talk to him,” I plead.
    Trace frowns. He wants to say no. I start gnawing at my bottom lip, a sign that I ’m nervous. He looks at Connor who is just straightening up from the punch to the gut I gave him.
    “ You know this guy, Danes?” he inquires.
    “ Yeah,” Connor chokes out. Ha-ha, that’s what you get. “Yeah, he’s my brother. We know her. We grew up together.”
    Trace continues to frown, but relents, flicking his head to the muscle for them to release him. They begrudgingly do so, bumping him a few times. Collin shakes out of them and straightens his clothes , still staring at me. Fuck, it’s unnerving.
    “ Yeah, you better let him go, you assholes!” one of his friends voices, making me aware that there is more than just me, Collin, Trace, Connor and the guards around.
    I look around and… shit! The whole club is staring.
    “You, you,” Trace growls, pointing at both Collin and me, “My office. Now!”
    Collin and I stand in position still looking at each other as though if we blink, the other will disappear.
    “Hey!” Trace snaps. “Get the fuck in my office. Andre, get everything settled. Vince, bring Misty out here.”
    “But she isn’t set to go on …” Vince swallows his argument at Trace’s withering glare.
    “ Did I ask you a question or give a fucking command?” he asks in an eerily calm voice.
    “I’ ll get her, boss,” Vince mutters.
    “ Of course you will.” He turns to Jesse. “Big J, handle these boys.” He’s referring to Collin’s friends.
    “Free shots on me,” I quickly add. I don’t know what Trace meant by “handle”, but I really don’t want them kicked out or hurt in any way, shape or form.
    Trace shoots me one of his many death glares and I wink at him. Immediately he softens. He can’t stay mad at me.
    He sighs. “You heard the lady. Free drinks…on me though.”
    “That’ s what I’m talkin’ about!” Collin’s Hispanic looking friend shouts.
    “South, are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Connor asks, concern knitting his brows.
    I narrow my eyes into thin slits. “You better pray I calm down after this. I’m gonna kick your ass, Connor,” I threaten.
    “ Me, too,” Collin agrees.
    The deep rumble of his voice sends an electric shiver through my body. My nipples tighten immediately and a stranglehold of desire grips my throat. I bite my lip so as not to moan, because I swear, his voice drips sex. Hot, sweaty, no-holds-barred, talk-dirty-to-me, sex; the type I only see in porn videos.
    I chance a look at him and, by God, he’s still looking at me.
    “Romeo and Juliet,” Trace says referring to Collin and I. “My office.”
    He turns on his heel and walks toward his office. Collin raises his eyebrow at me. Is he challenging me? Hmph. Well.
    I straighten my spine and lift my chin then spin on my heels, bounding toward Trace’s office. For added defiance, I swish my hips a little more to give him a good view as he trails behind me. Yeah, baby, I’ve filled out since you last saw me.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “One of you,” Trace barks at us once we’re inside his office – trying to sound tough I presume. “Start talking.”
    To the normal man, Trace would be intimidating. His office is a little scary with all the totems and tribal Indian masks around the space. Otherwise, it is very masculine and utilitarian: a laptop rests on his shiny mahogany desk; a large, comfy leather chair sitting behind it; the wide glass expanse of windows behind that, so he can overlook the club; a