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Chapter 8

Author: Nikita Slater

Casey laughed out loud, amusement animating her features when Reyes pulled up outside the club. She waited for him to come around to her side of the car and open the door for her. She raised a pale eyebrow at him as he took her arm. "Why are you bringing me here again?" she asked with another laugh. "You didn't get enough of this tacky place last time we were here?"

"I wanted to have you here again, just you and me. Now we can talk like we should've done the first time we met. You'll class the place up, nena."

His low chuckle sent a thrill through her body and she turned toward him, helplessly drawn to his power. She was slightly taller than him in her four inch Luis Vuitton heels. Though he wasn't a massive man in comparison to her bodyguard, he exuded raw Latin masculinity, the type that Ignacio had always tried so hard to express but failed at on every level. She suspected from the lean flexing of his hands and throat that a tough musculature roped his body beneath the tastefully expensive suit that fit him to perfection. Though his clothing and bearing spoke money, he didn't throw it out in gaudy waves the way her husband did. His clothing, car and jewelry were all tasteful. He wore only one ring on his right middle finger. A thick gold band with an insignia on it.

"I'm not dressed for the club," Casey said, feeling self-conscious.

He looked her over, taking in her soft black leggings, black heels and the low-cut pink sleeveless silk top she wore with an old comfortable wrap. "You look beautiful," he told her, taking her arm in a gentle hold and turning her toward the club.

He handed his keys and a generous tip to the valet, took the ticket and led her inside, completely ignoring Alonzo who followed a few feet behind them. She didn't see Reyes' men, but suspected they were around somewhere. Heavy hitters like him didn't wander around an unknown city like Miami without protection though she was certain he could take care of himself. The aura of violence surrounding him was real. Not studied or postured. She knew this man was capable of backing up the threat that his body betrayed with every bunch and tense of his lithe muscles.

With a hand at her back he led her into the club. Casey forced herself to lift her chin and meet the bouncer's knowing gaze at it slid over her body with familiar ease. She met his look with icy disdain and strode forward at his nod, but stumbled when Reyes caught her arm and pulled her back against his chest. She gasped and rocked on her heels, reaching for the bouncer's table. Heat seeped through his shirt warming her from behind. He slid a hand around her waist and anchored her back into the cradle of his hips. The back of her shoulder grazed his.

"Why're you looking at her like that?" he asked the bouncer, his low voice a chilling demand.

Her mouth fell open and she moved her head to the side to look at his face as he spoke. The glare he was giving the giant man blocking the door was enough to convince her she was currently in the hands of a very dangerous man. His dark eyes were flat and merciless, promising pain beyond anything the man who'd insulted her with a single look had ever known. And though Casey knew that deadly look well, having seen it in the eyes of the men that inhabited her world, seeing it on Reyes' face was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The fact that it was meant for her, that is was about her, made her both want to run away as fast as she could… and also curl up like a cat and bask in the warm glow of his protection.

The bouncer shifted uncomfortably on his huge feet and slid his gaze away from the pair of them. Casey felt sorry for him. She turned her head further until her lips were only a few inches from Reyes' face. Her breath rushed across his skin as she spoke. "Ignacio owns this club, Reyes. This man… he recognizes me, that's all."

Reyes stiffened against her, his shoulder knocking hers and his fingers flexing into her hip, biting into the flesh over her thin leggings. She shook in his hold and could barely manage to keep her gaze steady as he flicked his eyes from the bouncer to her, sweeping her face with a heated look. The savage possession in that one look was enough to set her dormant body on fire in a way she'd never felt before, but always wondered about. It took her breath away. It frightened her on an instinctual level.

"You don't need to talk right now, nena," he told her before turning his attention back to the man at the door. "Now you, friend, will keep your eyes and your thoughts off this woman. I don't care who she belongs to. I even hear of you disrespecting her again, I will take you apart piece by piece and have my people mail the bloody pieces to your mother. Understand?"

The bouncer jerked his head in a quick nod and stepped out of their path. Hurt rushed through Casey as Reyes ushered her into the darkened interior of the club with Alonzo at their backs. She hated the way Reyes spoke to her, with such careless chauvinism. Yet, she understood it. She had been part of the mob for so long she understood the disrespect that women endured. Or at least she suspected she wasn't alone. It wasn't like she got out enough to meet many mob wives.

Casey despised that Reyes treated her the same way her husband would. It sickened her that he could wake something up within her, make her respond to him, then treat her as though her opinion didn't matter. She stopped walking, digging her heels in and turned on the spot. She brought her hand up to press against his chest so she wouldn't crash into him. The incredible heat from his body penetrated through the fine fabric of his shirt and warmed her palm.

"I've changed my mind," she mumbled, glancing at the people moving all around them, dancing, eating and drinking. Having a good time in one of Miami's favourite hotspots. "Please just take me home."

He took her hand and jerked it away from his chest, pulling her closer to his body. She silently cursed her heels as she once more stumbled against him, her legs giving way against the pull of his unbreakable hold. The breath whooshed out of her lungs and she held her face stiffly back from his so she wouldn't accidentally brush her lips against him. He looked at her with a mixture of dead eyes and triumph. It made her shiver in his arms.

She could feel Alonzo at her back, seething angrily, unwilling to intervene and mess with Ignacio's most recent edict, but also taking major issue with his years-long standing order that no man should touch Casey Hernandez. Casey felt a little bad for the man. She was swamped with all kinds of emotions herself. Her body felt like it was coming to life after a decade of sleep. The hard hands that held her were lighting a sort of delicious fire inside of her. Yet, she was horrified that a man like him could do this to her. A man from a world she despised with every frozen fibre of her being.

"I'm not ready to let you go," he said, his voice a softly accented growl. He turned his head, deliberately brushing his lips against her cheek before wrapping an arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side and leading her to a booth.

Casey shook her head and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was the same booth they'd sat at the first time they met. Clearly, he had a sense of humour. A sick, dark sense of humour. She sighed and slid into the booth, resigned to the idea that she wasn't leaving until he was ready to let her go. He immediately got the attention of a server and ordered drinks for them. Casey didn't bother protesting. What was the point?

"Why am I here?" she asked, turning to him as he slid closer to her. "Are you trying to piss my husband off?"

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