“Maybe. If we tempt him.” Eli met his gaze calmly.
Duncan glared at him incredulously. “Are you kidding me? You want to bring a serial murderer here? You’d be putting everyone here in danger. Why the hell would we agree to that?”
“A very good question,” a smooth voice interjected. Duncan glanced up.
Joel Saxon stood over them. No one knew much about his background, and Duncan had tried. He hadn’t found much. Saxon had left school at a young age to join the Army, but all records had been classified. Duncan didn’t need any record to tell him the guy was deadly.
Now he owned a BDSM club in Haven. He’d also given Duncan’s sub a free membership.
Duncan gave him a cold stare.
“You’d rather just wait until he came to you?” Kellan asked smoothly.
“What makes you think he would?” Saxon replied back. “I don’t let just anyone in here. I vet every member who joins my club.”
“This guy is smart,” Eli interjected. “And he doesn’t necessarily need to be a member. He takes subs when they leave the club.”
“He’s also been targeting big cities,” Saxon interjected, proving he’d already done his homework. Duncan could see the surprise in Eli’s eyes, although he quickly masked it. Kellan’s expression never changed. “We look after each other in Haven, especially our women.”
“You’re also coming into peak tourist season,” Kellan reminded him. “This place isn’t some sanctuary against crime. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that some crazy woman tried to kill one of your ‘well-protected’ women?” he said with a slight tinge of sarcasm.
Saxon showed no reaction, although Duncan felt the tension rocket upwards.
“I thought you of all people, Saxon, would want to do all that you could to protect the women of this town, especially the subs,” Kellan countered. “Wouldn’t you rather be proactive? Control the situation?”
What the hell did Kellan know about Saxon that Duncan didn’t? There was something going on, Duncan could see it in the way the two men glared at each other.
“What makes you think he would come here? Do you have some sort of bait?” Saxon asked smoothly.
Again, Duncan’s brothers looked at each other, silently communicating. Damn, they were really starting to piss him off.
“You’ll find out, if you agree to help us.”
Saxon stared at them all coldly before turning and stalking off.
Eli let out a deep breath. “Shit. Intense, isn’t he?”
“And well informed,” Kellan added.
“Want to tell me what the hell that was all about? What do you know about Saxon?” Duncan asked.
“If he wants you to know he’ll tell you,” Kellan said shortly.
“You two take the fucking cake, you know.” Duncan stood up. “You only ever call me up when you want something. Sometimes I wonder why I bother answering the phone.”
r /> He moved towards the playroom, ignoring them when they called out his name. His brothers may have gotten into the bar area as his guests, but the playroom was off limits to anyone who wasn’t a member so they couldn’t follow. As he walked through the doors, he ignored the scenes around him. The scent of pleasure filled the air, the sound of whips and paddles built up a rhythm.
He saw the person he was searching for. Duncan moved swiftly towards him.
“I want to speak to you,” he demanded.
Saxon patted the head of the curvy blonde kneeling at his feet. “Go and find Master Xavier, pet. Tell him I said to set you up on the cross. He’ll stay with you until I come.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, gracefully standing and moving away.
Saxon turned with a nod of his head, indicating the stairs leading to his office. Duncan had been there a few times, when he was petitioning to join the club. Saxon hadn’t been lying earlier; he really did vet every person who wanted to join.
Once the men entered the office, Saxon asked, “What can I do for you, Jones?” He stood in front of the one-way glass, allowing him an excellent view of the playroom below.