The club’s hallways pulsed around her as Raven moved through shadows meant to seduce. The private corridor off the upper floor had been empty a moment ago, but now Dante leaned against the doorframe like he’d been waiting hours. His voice was soft as silk soaked in blood.
“You’re not as invisible as you think,” he said. “Zane’s watching. So am I.”
Raven stopped a foot short of him, heat prickling the back of her neck. She didn’t blink. “Then watch harder. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
He smiled. “Oh, I’ve learned plenty. Like how far someone’s willing to go when they think the Don’s c**k is a shield.”
Her pulse jumped. “Careful, Dante. You don’t want to find out how sharp that shield can be.”
But Dante just shrugged, stepping back into the darkened room behind him. “Just remember thi
