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restaurant probably wouldn't have the same effect he desired. At best, she'd find him pretentious. At worst—well, he wouldn't think about that.
    So what to do about their Monday night date?
    He continued to mull that over as the car wound its way through traffic. When it slowed to a stop in the alley running behind 716, his thoughts turned darker. He wanted nothing more than to give Danny a taste of the pain he'd probably caused Lena but he recognized the risk in doing such a thing. A man like Danny would want to sue and make problems. Lena would be furious with him for interfering in a situation she considered already handled.
    But he couldn't let Danny get away with manhandling her and leaving bruises on her beautiful skin.
    When one of the bouncers watching the rear entrance to 716 approached the vehicle, Yuri rolled down his window. The man bent down for a better view. His eyes widened. "Mr. Novakovsky!"
    "Tell your boss I want to speak to him."
    "Uh—out here?"
    "Yes." He rolled the window up and unbuckled his belt. Comfortable in the back seat, he waited for Danny to make his appearance. As expected, the scuzzy bastard practically ran out the rear entrance. Derek, Yuri's other guard, was waiting near the car. He stopped Danny and frisked him. From the way Danny jerked from side to side, it was clear Derek was purposely being rough with him.
    The door opened and Danny slid inside. Breathless, he ran a hand through his hair. Yuri caught the scents of perfume, sex and alcohol wafting from him. Was this how he conducted business? Such a disgrace!
    "To what do I owe the pleasure, Yuri?"
    Yuri arched an eyebrow at the impertinence of the man using his first name. They weren't peers. They weren't colleagues. They definitely weren't friends. "I wanted to discuss some business with you."
    "Business?" The weasel-eyed bastard grinned. "Why don't we take this into my office?"
    "I prefer my turf."
    "Oh. Well. Okay. So what's up?"
    "I want to talk about a PR rep who worked for you."
    "Worked for me? Oh. Her ." Danny sneered. "Lena Fucking Cruz, huh?" He blew out a noisy breath. "You want my advice, Yuri? Stay the fuck away from her. She's trouble with a capital T ."
    "Really? I understood she was quite a hard worker and very capable at her profession."
    Danny laughed. "Who told you that? Shit, Yuri! The only positive performance reviews Lena Cruz has ever gotten came from her blowjob skills."
    Rage exploded within Yuri. He balled his hands into tight fists at his sides and barely managed to maintain control.
    "If you're looking for a side piece, you can snatch her up cheap. She quit tonight. I have it on good authority that the firm is going to fire her in the morning. I wouldn’t let her run PR for any of your businesses, but she's got one hell of a mouth on her, if you know what I mean."
    "I don't." Yuri fixed Danny with a furious glare. "In fact, I doubt very much that you know anything about her."
    Danny held up his hands. "Hey, man, don't get so defensive. You think a girl like that got out of the projects with a full-ride scholarship without sucking a few dicks along the way?"
    And just like that Yuri's control snapped.
    With the stealth and swiftness of his military days, he threw out his arm and caught Danny across the throat. In an instant, he had the man pinned on the backseat. Eyes wild with fright, Danny spluttered and shoved at Yuri's arms but it was no use. He had the upper hand and he wasn’t ready to let go.
    "Listen to me, you little shit. If I hear one whisper of such nasty things about my Lena from anyone, I'll know the source. Believe me, Danny. You don't want me to come back here." He shoved hard enough to make the bastard's eyes bug out of his head before releasing just enough pressure to allow the club owner to drag air into his oxygen-starved lungs. "Do you understand me?"
    "Y-yes, Yu-Yuri." Danny stammered and coughed. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know. I didn't know you were fucking her."
    Yuri backhanded