Page 150 of Heartless Sinner

I shook my head. “I got it.”

I unzipped the suitcase and pressed a finger to my lips.

Daphne glared up at me.

I hadn’t tied her up this time. She’d promised to stay quiet.

For once, she listened.

She stayed in the suitcase as I called out, “You’re good to go!” to the driver.

He pulled away. I waited until his taillights disappeared before reaching down and helping Daphne out.

She stood and started fixing herself, tugging down her dress while adjusting the wig.

Thankfully, when I had finished showering, she’d been ready to go. Wig styled and all.

She’d cut bangs into it, letting them fall across her forehead and stop right above her brows.

I’d paid a White House employee to find me a quality wig on short notice. She’d agreed while staring at me like she had a hundred questions.

Smart woman hadn’t asked one.

I hated Daphne in that fucking wig.

It wasn’t my Daphne.

Mine was blond.

I slapped Philip lightly in the stomach. “Don’t give her a hard time.”

He crossed his arms. “I’ll escort you inside.” He turned toward the club.

Daphne flipped him off behind his back.

I laughed. My Fawn had some fucking balls.

A doorman waited for us at the entrance. The second he spotted Philip, he opened the door and ushered us into a private hallway.

Philip had called ahead and arranged a discreet entrance. The club had promised to cater to every request.

“Brooks Byron!”

I stopped at the baritone voice.

A thin man with gelled back hair and a suit two sizes too small strutted toward us. He reminded me of someone cosplaying a mobster.

Enzo would’ve had a fucking field day with him.

“Welcome to my club!” He threw his arms wide. “Stan Melreeks.” His chest puffed with pride. “I own this place.”

I dropped the suitcase handle and took a step back when his arms somehow spread wider.

If this motherfucker tried to hug me, Philip was earning his paycheck tonight.

Fortunately, Stan stopped.

Unfortunately, Stan then noticed Daphne.