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  They also happen to deal a lot in cash. So my job, was to find out exactly where they take the cash, how long they store it, how much they accumulate, and then, at exactly the moment when the safe is at it’s fullest, steal all the money. There would be millions of dollars in the safe, and because it’s cash, the company couldn’t even claim the loss on their insurance. You can’t insure cash, not the way these guys deal with it.

  I hadn’t decided yet what I’d do with the money, but there was a school meals program in the Bay Area that I knew could use a helping hand. There was also a housing association for women who were escaping abusive situations and needed a place to stay with their kids. Those both seemed like they could do something better with the money than the loan sharks would. An anonymous cash donation, some meals in children’s bellies, some housing for vulnerable women and their kids, if that’s wrong, then I don’t understand morals.

  But in order to pull off the job properly, without having to hurt the guards, I would have to know as much as possible about the company’s security measures. So I was sitting in the street outside their warehouse in an unmarked, white van, with cameras, infrared goggles, and radio listening devices all hooked up to recorders in the back. It was boring work, hours of listening to security guards talking about sports and what they were going to eat for breakfast after their shift, but it was important.

  And then my cell phone vibrated. It was a text message, from an unknown number.

  It read, “Club Viper. Help.”

  That’s all it said, and immediately I had one single, all-encompassing thought.

  Lacey.

  Chapter 18

  Grant

  I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT KIND of guy hung out at Club Viper. And when I saw that text message, instinctively I knew it was Lacey, on that cursed date with some dickhead from the Internet. What had she said his name was? Rob? Rob something?

  If that cocksucker so much as laid a finger on her, I’d break his hand. I’d break his arms. I’d break his legs. I’d break every fucking bone in his body.

  How had I been so stupid? If she was in danger, it was my fault. It was all my fault. I was in a surveillance van. If anyone could have scoped out her date and made sure he wasn’t some freak, it was me. I owed her. She’d given me so much in my life. Not just our night of passion, but over the years, she’d given me so much more than I ever deserved. She was the reason I’d been able to push through my bad habits and become the man I was. Everything was because of her. And I hadn’t checked out this Rob guy to make sure he was safe.

  I tore through the streets at breakneck speed. The van wasn’t built for it, and behind me, the surveillance equipment flew all over the place. I didn’t care. I rounded the corner and pulled to a skidding halt outside the club as if being chased by a fleet of police cars. The crowd waiting outside the club all turned to look.

  I stormed out of the van and approached the door. Luckily for the security guard, he recognized me. I know I said slime balls frequented Club Viper, but I wasn’t exactly a stranger to the place myself. I’ll admit it, I sometimes like to party.

  “Grant,” the guard said, stepping out of my way.

  “You see a blonde come in here with a douchebag named Rob?” I said.

  I was about to pull my wallet from my pants. No one knows this but I have a picture of Lacey in there, in a tight compartment at the back, behind my credit cards. I look at it sometimes when I think of her.

  “They came in,” he said, “but the girl already left.”

  “What?”

  “She left about twenty minutes ago. Went that way.” He pointed down the street. “She looked like a million bucks.”

  “Who did she leave with?”

  “She was alone?”

  “Alone? In a neighborhood like this?”

  “If I’d known she was a friend of yours, Grant.”

  “She’s more than a friend.”

  The guard looked at me helplessly.

  “Fuck. Did she at least get a cab or something?”

  “She walked.”

  “In heels and a short dress?”

  The guard nodded.

  “Fuck, man. You know what can happen to a girl around here.”

  “I didn’t know she was your friend, man.”

  “She’s not my friend. She’s my fucking family. She’s everything.”

  The guard shrugged. I peered down the street in the direction he said she’d gone.

  “Did she look okay?”

  “She looked like she was in a hurry, but she was fine. No one followed her or nothing.”

  “So the guy she came with is still inside?”

  “Rob? Yeah, why?”

  “Show me the fucker.”

  “Grant. You’re not going to cause trouble, are you? As far as I know, nothing bad happened to your friend.”

  I pushed past him into the club. He followed at my side.

  “Call her my friend again and I’ll lose my temper,” I said.

  The guard was a good kid and he knew me well. He brought me to the VIP area and pointed at a table surrounded by a couple of the slime balls I mentioned earlier, and their groupie whores.

  “I’ll take it from here,” I told him.

  “You sure? They’re nasty.”

  “I’m just going to talk to them,” I lied.

  He seemed relieved and waited at the entrance of the VIP area while I proceeded alone up the steps.

  “What’s this?” one of the slime balls said, a martini glass in his hand.

  I smiled at him. The girls all looked up at me, real interested in what I was going to say. Girls like that have always been drawn to me. I’ll be damned if I know why.

  “Which one of you fucks is Rob?” I said.

  “Hey,” the guy with the martini glass said. “You can’t talk like that about Rob.”

  Another guy, a big guy with a beard, stood up. “And who the fuck is asking?” he said.

  “If you guy’s aren’t Rob, there’s no reason for you to get hurt,” I said. “That’s the only warning I’ll give.”

  The guy with the beard looked at the guy with the martini glass. Then they looked over their shoulders at three heavies who were watching everything. All five guys started approaching me.

  I shook my head. I didn’t have time to smash up a bar. I had to find Lacey.

  It was the guy with the beard that reached me first. He swung a punch, which I dodged, then grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him, face first, into a tray of champagne flutes. A heavy was next, his lumbering movements pathetically slow. I swung my knee into his groin and then slammed him down on top of the bearded guy. A second heavy landed a fist on my shoulder but I leaned away from it and he stumbled forward. A fist on his chin, followed my another on his neck, took care of him. The last heavy and the guy with the martini glass hesitated at this point. It was a wise decision.

  The entire club was watching.

  “Rob,” I said again. “This is the last time I ask nice. After this, it’ll be time to start calling paramedics.”

  They looked at their friends in a crumpled mess on the floor.

  “Fuck you,” the guy with the martini glass said.

  I had a feeling he was Rob, he had the look of the kind of idiot Lacey might go on a date with. Good looking, but no substance.

  I was about to jump across the table and grab him when I felt a sharp pain at the back of my left knee. I turned in time to see one of the heavies had smashed a champagne bottle against the back of my leg. As I fell, another leapt toward me. I managed to push him over me, into the rail that separated the VIP area from the rest of the club, but I fell down. I heard a crunch as my cell phone smashed under my weight. The guy I’d just flung into the railing was coming back for me and as he made to kick me on the ground, I grabbed his foot in mid-movement. I pushed myself up and under him, lifting him over me. He came crashing down on the table, covering the chicks who were still sitting there with champagne.


  It was just me and the martini guy now.

  “You’re Rob, aren’t you?”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “It doesn’t matter who I am.”

  “It will when my guys destroy your life.”

  I smiled. “We’ll see about that. In the meantime, where’s Lacey?”

  “Lacey? This is about Lacey?”

  “Yes it is, now where the fuck is she?”

  “She’s gone, man. She fucking left.”

  “And is there any reason for me to believe she might not have had a good time while she was with you?”

  “I didn’t touch her.”

  “Then why did she leave in such a hurry?”

  I knew something had happened to her. That text message had come from someone else’s phone. That meant she didn’t have access to her own. She’d left the club on foot, alone. That meant, at the very least, she wasn’t enjoying herself.

  “I didn’t even know she was gone,” the guy said.

  I looked at him, reading the look in his eyes. I didn’t buy it. He wasn’t the kind of guy who’d let his date slip out when she wasn’t having fun. He was pushy. He’d have forced her to stay. The text message had said, help.

  He’d done something to her.

  “Let me ask you a question,” I said to him. “What do you do for a living?”

  “I’m a plastic surgeon.”

  That was all I needed to know.

  I took three strides toward him, he crouched back in fear but I didn’t care. I wasn’t showing him any mercy. He swung for me and I leaned back, out of reach, then I planted a heavy fist in his face, followed by a second. He fell back like a felled log.

  Chapter 19

  Lacey

  “JUST WAIT HERE A SECOND,” I said to the cab driver. There was a quiver in my voice that I couldn’t mask.

  “I aint got all night, lady.”

  I nodded and ran over to my car. The thing that scared me most, even more than not having the money to pay the cab driver, was being left alone in the parking lot of Crawford Beauty Cosmetics. The place had such a sinister feel to it now, especially after the way Rob had treated me at the club. Did he honestly think I was that kind of girl? I glanced at my reflection in the glass of my car and sighed. I did look like that kind of girl.

  I tried the driver’s door and to my enormous relief, it opened. Thank God.

  Inside were my clothes, my purse, my phone, my wallet, everything, just as Cassie had said. At least she hadn’t lied about that. I pulled out my wallet and took out forty dollars for the driver. Then I ran over to him in my ridiculous heels.

  “Sorry for the wait.”

  “No problem,” he said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to have any money to pay me. You’d be amazed at the kinds of offers I get from chicks that don’t want to pay their cab fare.”

  “I can imagine,” I said.

  “Not that I’m calling you that sort of chick,” he added.

  I nodded. “Of course not. Would you mind waiting until I get my car started?”

  “You’re scared here?”

  “A little,” I said.

  The driver nodded.

  “Thank you,” I said and hurried back to my car. I had to take off the heels to be able to drive safely.

  The key was there and I turned the ignition. I’d never been so relieved to hear my engine start. I pulled out of the parking lot at a higher speed than was safe. I didn’t care. By the time I was back on the highway, a flood of relief rushed through me.

  I had to call Grant. I’d managed to send him a text from the phone of one of the chicks at the club without her noticing, but I didn’t know if he’d received it or not. I glanced at my phone. No missed calls. That was weird. I dialed Grant’s number, swerving dangerously around a pothole that I hadn’t noticed until the last minute. I hated using my phone while driving, I knew it was a bad habit, but I was too nervous to stop.

  I held the phone to my ear and listened to the dial tone. It rang and rang but there was no answer. It wasn’t like Grant not to pick up. Didn’t he care? Wasn’t he worried about me? Hadn’t he received my text?

  Things had been so strained between the two of us for the past few weeks. Maybe I should have texted Jackson, or Grady, or Forrester. Maybe Grant had decided that whatever happened to me on dates from now on was my own problem. I guessed I couldn’t really blame him. I’d told him in no uncertain terms to butt out of my business.

  I threw the phone down on the seat next to me and got onto the freeway.

  A moment later it started to ring.

  “Grant?” I said.

  There was a confused voice on the other end of the line. It was a woman’s voice.

  “Grant? No. This is Cassie.”

  “Cassie?”

  “Is that you, Lacey?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  I was too surprised to say anything else, too taken aback to tell her where to go.

  “Thank God. I was so worried about you. Something awful has happened.”

  I thought about Rob and his buddy trying to warm me up for a threesome.

  “Really?” I said, noncommittally.

  “Yes, Rob’s in hospital. Someone beat him up at the club. He’s in a bad state.”

  I wanted to tell her that I didn’t give a crap what happened to Rob, but I found myself instead saying, “That’s awful, Cassie.”

  “Yes, and Lacey?”

  “Yes?”

  “The only person he’s asked for is you. Will you come? We’re at Mercy.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I’d just escaped Rob. I thought he was a scumbag. I’d been terrified at the club with him and his friends. And I didn’t trust Cassie as far as I could throw her. She was the last person I wanted to be talking to.

  My mind went to Grant. Why hadn’t he called? Why hadn’t he responded in any way? He wasn’t even picking up his phone, and I’d told him I needed help. Was he that angry with me? Was he really done with me?

  I’d blown it. I never should have slept with him. It had ruined everything.

  I should have known better. If there’s a guy who feels unattainable, a friend you feel is always going to be beyond your reach, then for God’s sake, don’t ever sleep with him. It will ruin everything. A friend is something you can count on. It’s rare in today’s world to have a true friend. You don’t want to screw that up for one night of passion. I hadn’t just lost my chance at having a relationship with Grant. I’d lost him as a friend too.

  “Lacey?” Cassie said. “Are you coming?”

  I sighed. I had to face facts. My life wasn’t going to get any better on its own. I was the only person who could change it. I was thirty-four, I’d been cheated on in all my previous relationships, and the man I loved couldn’t have been less interested in me if I’d told him I was dying. He didn’t even respond to pleas for help anymore.

  “Yes,” I said weakly into the phone. “I’m coming, Cassie. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  Chapter 20

  Lacey

  WHEN ROB SAW ME HE burst into tears. I was standing in the corridor outside the trauma center, still dressed up like a playboy bunny.

  “Lacey, thank you so much for coming.”

  “Of course, Rob,” I found myself saying.

  His face was bandaged and he’d received several stitches across his nose.

  “What happened?”

  “You don’t want to know,” he said. “Some mad man came into the club and started beating everyone up.”

  “Some mad man?” I repeated, wondering if Grant had responded to my text after all.

  “He was just berserk, Lacey. He beat up three of my guards and kicked the shit out of Duke.”

  I wanted to smile but I stopped myself. I wondered if it had been Grant but I knew it couldn’t have been. The time for fantasies was over. If it had been Grant, he’d have answered my phone call. Plus, there was no way he could have gotten to the club that quickly. It was tim
e for me to get real. There was no knight in shining armor looking out for me.

  “You look terrible,” I said to Rob.

  He came over and put his arms around me, then started sobbing into my neck. I held him, showing him more sympathy and affection than I felt. No one liked getting their nose broken, but it wasn’t the end of the world. He could at least be a man about it.

  “I’m so sorry, Lacey.”

  “For what?”

  “For everything.”

  “What are you talking about, Rob?”

  We sat down on two of the uncomfortable plastic seats in the waiting area.

  “Do you want some coffee?” he said.

  There was a really crappy looking coffee machine across the corridor and I reached into my purse for some change. I got us two coffees and returned to my seat.

  “Is Cassie here?”

  “She had to leave, but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Lacey. I feel so bad.”

  “For what? Having Cassie deceive me?”

  “Yes, that, and everything. I should have treated you better. I know you weren’t enjoying our date. I know I was being a complete scumbag.”

  “You were,” I said.

  “I just really wanted to have a threesome with you and Duke. It’s a little thing we do sometimes. Call it our way of breaking in new girls that we think are relationship material.”

  “Relationship material?”

  He nodded. “But I already know with you, it’s completely inappropriate. You’re too classy for that sort of thing.”

  “You really don’t know anything about me, Rob.”

  “Sure I do. We’ve spent a lot of time together these past two nights. I feel like I’ve known you for weeks.”

  I looked down at my body, dressed in the overtly sexualized clothing of his and Cassie’s choosing. He didn’t know me at all if he thought this was how I wanted to look.

  “I know that you’re intelligent. You’re beautiful. You’ve got a strong mind of your own and won’t put up with shit from douchebags like me.”