Entice (Eagle Elite #3)(45)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

I pulled on a white T-shirt and my black suit jacket that could easily conceal a gun without looking too weird. Then I turned back to Mil.

“Where to?”

“The Golden Nugget Nightclub.”

My eyebrows arched in amusement. “Mixing business with pleasure, huh?”

Rolling her eyes, Mil snatched a knife from the table. She stomped over to her suitcase, and paused long enough to pull out a short black cocktail dress. With slow movements that I’m sure she did on purpose in order to teach me a lesson and get me so hot for her I was ready to forget about meeting Tanya anywhere, she let the robe drop from her body and shimmied into the tight dress. It was like a freaking second skin as it snaked around her body. It shimmered in the light with each movement; I seriously wanted nothing more than to remove the dress.

I licked my lips in anticipation. Damn, she was beautiful.

Mil walked over to me and turned. Shaking, I fingered the zipper and slowly zipped her dress up, fighting the desire to unzip the entire time.

“Ready.” She threw on a pair of red heels and then wrapped a holster around her thigh, strapping her knife in just in case.

“I’d say you were.” I whistled.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m still pissed.”

“Good.” I focused in on her eyes. “Use it.”

I could tell she was nervous. She kept pressing her palms against the front of the dress, smoothing it down.

With a curse I walked over to her and grabbed her hands. “It’s going to be fine, I promise.”

“And if it’s not?” Her voice wavered.

“Then at least we had tonight.”

She pushed against my chest, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Do you always have to be such an ass?”

“Yes. Especially when you look like you’re about to shit a brick. It’s going to be fine. I’ve got your back, and we’ll have Luca, Frank, Nixon, and Tex watching from the shadows. Or in Tex’s case, distracting the would-be assassins by dropping it like it’s hot on the dance floor.”

“Right.” Mil snorted. “Like that won’t get us killed.”

“It may get him shot.” I shrugged. “But it will be a good distraction.”

Mil checked her phone. “We have a half hour to notify everyone and get down to the club.”

“Alright.” I opened my own phone and began typing a group text. “I’m going to fill everyone in on the details via text. Something about us all meeting at a public place kind of rubs me the wrong way.”

“I thought it didn’t matter which way you were rubbed?” Her eyes teased.

“Aw, there she is. I knew you’d make a comeback.” I winked. “Like I said, use the fear. Think of it this way. The only reason Tex acts like a complete jackass most the time is because he’s scared shitless. He has more to lose than anyone.”

“Yeah.” Mil nodded, her eyebrows drawing together in concern. “Trace kind of told me.”

“Let’s hope this is about you more than it is about him,” I said sourly. “Because if Tanya Campisi recognizes the prodigal son, we may have a full-out war on our hands.”

“How do you figure?” Mil asked, wrapping her hair around her head into a tight bun.

Damn, I liked it loose and wavy, but loose and wavy meant some freak assassin could pull her hair and drag her away. Bun it was. Bun was safe.

I tried to look nonchalant, even though something in me twitched with fear. “Tanya never forgave the Abandonatos for taking away her sweet boy. She felt that we brainwashed him with our American ways.”

“Hmm.” Mil smeared or rubbed or whatever the hell girls called it — lipstick across her luscious lips and pouted in the mirror. Was her entire plan to get me so aroused before we went to the club that I was rendered useless?

“‘Kay, now I’m ready.”

“Me too,” I grumbled.

“Later.” She gave me a shy smile, pink gracing her high cheekbones.

“Promise?”

“Swear.”

“Pinky it.” I held out my pinky.

She stared at my pinky and let out a sigh. I tilted my head, waiting. With an exaggerated eye-roll she latched onto my finger with her own pinky. “I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m married to an adolescent.”

“Amazing how you can make a man lose his arousal with one sly comment. Thanks though. I needed that, like a bucket of cold water thrown on my body.” I chuckled and opened the door, looking down the hallway for anything suspicious. After I ensured the coast was clear, I let Mil walk in front. “After you.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

Nixon

“I don’t like it,” I mumbled to Trace for probably the tenth time as I toyed with my drink at the bar. The dance club was too loud, too dark, too everything. I still couldn’t see Tex, even though he’d promised he wouldn’t dance too far away from the crowd. Frank and Luca were sitting over in the corner looking more uncomfortable by the minute.

“There he is.” Trace nodded in the direction of the door as Chase and Mil made their way through the crowds to the opposite end of the bar.

Damn, Chase was earning points for looking so hopelessly in love. He trailed after Mil with wide eyes and a smile that said he’d just gotten lucky. Then he touched her ass, and she grinned and grabbed the hand and lifted it off of her with a smile and shake of her head.

“They look relaxed,” Trace said loudly in my ear.

“Yeah well, sex has a way of doing that to a person.” I couldn’t decide if I was frustrated that he’d let his guard down or proud that he’d done what it had taken to get answers out of her. It still felt wrong. Every damn thing felt wrong about the club, from the way my clothes were pressed against my body to the music they were playing.

Chase held up his hand and motioned for the bartender and laughed with Mil, every once in a while touching her knee with his hand.

His smile faded when a figure walked up to them. I didn’t recognize him; he was tall, clean-shaven, and had dark hair. His suit was expensive, from what I could tell, and he seemed distant but friendly.

Chase eyed me across the bar, lifted his drink one last time, and grabbed Mil’s hand as they were led to a back door.

“Shit.” I pushed away from the bar then, remembering Trace, doubled back and pointed at her face. “You. Stay.”

“Staying.” She raised an eyebrow.

I glanced up, made eye contact with Frank, and then motioned for Luca to follow me.