Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

responsible for a fight that broke out in my establishment while I wasn’t even here.” She rolled her eyes and continued through the club. Given the light show going on outside, the room

seemed pretty tame. Scanning the club, she found nothing out of the ordinary. As she made her way down the hallway, she felt a sense of security knowing Lefty flanked her. No more

surprises.

“Ms. Hughes, it looks like your establishment is getting dangerous,” the slender blond man with hazel eyes said, turning away from her manger as she entered.

“Officer Mills, always a pleasure. You know what they say, boys will be boys. All the

security in the world can’t prevent testosterone overload every now and then. My men had it under control when you arrived.”

“Then, why the call?” Officer Mills asked, shooting his partner a look that told him to keep his mouth shut.

Gia shrugged. “I can’t speak for them. Some people just have a low panic scale, I guess.”

“All we need is an excuse to come in and tear this place apart,” Mills said.

“I encourage it. Everything is on the up and up. I have nothing to hide, Officer Mills.”

“Unless you have a warrant or something official for Gia to sign, I’d suggest you be on your way.” Lefty leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his massive chest.

“I see you’re literally in bed with them now, Gia.” Mills scowled.

“Keep talking, Mills. You’re not always on duty,” Lefty sneered.

“You threatening me, biker?” Mills stood up straight and stalked over, placing a hand on the butt of his gun.

“No, I’m stating a fact,” Lefty retorted.

“You watch yourself. Not everyone thinks so highly of the Dueling Devils in Newson.”

Lefty smiled. “But your chief does and, really, that’s all that matters, doesn’t it?”

“For now. He’s not going to be in charge forever. Jackson, let’s go. I’ll be seeing you, Ms.

Hughes.”

“I look forward to it,” Gia replied while smiling sweetly.

He walked out of the room with his partner trailing behind him like a puppy. His eyes were wide and chocolate brown in his almost cherub-like face. She almost felt bad for him.

Lefty shut the door behind them.

Gia sighed, sitting on the edge of her desk. “Nothing like a little police harassment to round out our evening.”

“They’re grasping at straws. Same way they always do. They don’t have shit on us and it

drives them insane. Some people would rather see all the clubs in Newson out on their ass. The smarter ones know it’s always better to trust the devil you know.”

“I saw what you did right there,” Gia said snickering.

“Good, you’re smiling. Don’t let Mills ruin your day.”

“He wishes he had that power,” Gia said, shaking her head. “I’m just feeling the pressure. I hate waiting for things to happen.” She walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around her.

She rested her head on his chest. A knock sounded on the door. He released her and she

reluctantly pulled away from his warmth. She opened the door. “India, are you okay?”