Sinfully Yours, Sir (Doms of Decadence 4)

“Of course. She sounded really terrified.”

Rogan studied her for a long moment. “I wonder why she called you. Someone with no knowledge of the situation, who doesn’t live here, who she hasn’t even talked to in months?”

Dylan sat forward, his face tense. “What are you thinking?”

“I called in a favor for some information. Apparently your friend approached the Vipers, wanting in.”

“No.” Tilly shook her head, the sick feeling in her stomach growing. “That makes no sense. Why would Miller be involved with a gang? And if she went to them then why call me and ask me to help her? No. Your information is wrong. Miller needs me. I have to help her.”

“Could she have changed her mind?” Dylan asked. “Gotten in too deep and now she’s looking for a way out?”

“Maybe,” Rogan said. “But why call Tilly for help?”

“Because she knew I would help her,” Tilly insisted. “She’s like a sister to me.” It didn’t matter that they weren’t as close as they’d once been, Tilly still loved her.

“I’ve set up a meeting with the Vipers for tomorrow evening,” Rogan told them. “I didn’t give them a reason. I didn’t want to tip our hand.”

Tilly took a deep breath. “Do you think they’ll tell us where Miller is?”

Dylan rubbed his hand down her arm. “Probably not. But at least we might be able to find out what’s going on.” He glanced over at Rogan. “Can you give me the address? I’ll meet you there. I need to find us a hotel so we can get some rest.”

“You’ll take a room upstairs,” Rogan told him. “Until we know what’s going on, you’ll both be safer here.” He walked over to the door and talked to someone on the other side.

The large man that had shown them in earlier entered.

“This is Colm, one of my bodyguards. He’ll show you to your room. Make yourselves at home.”

Colm didn’t look very thrilled, but he gestured for them to follow him upstairs. “Here’s your room. Help yourself to anything you need.”

The bedroom was huge with a king-sized bed, large windows and a seating area arranged around a gas fireplace. It was far nicer than any hotel.

“Your friend

s are… nice,” she told him as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Dylan grinned. “Nice isn’t a word I’d use to describe them.”

“I feel really bad for dragging them into this mess,” she said.

“I’m the one who asked them for help.”

“I’m surprised Rogan could get a meeting with the Vipers so easily. Umm, is he… I mean, does he…”

“Rogan is the boss of the Cavan gang.”

“Oh.” Tilly swallowed.

“I know that he seems scary, but I wouldn’t have brought you here if there was any other choice. It probably doesn’t seem like it, but he is a good man.”

A good man who was a criminal? Was there such a thing?

Dylan sighed. “There is more to Rogan than the gang. We’ve been friends for a long time.”

He sat beside her on the bed and took her hand. “I was headed for a bad place. My parents had died; I had no one else but my friends. We were all at that age where we thought we were invincible. I—” A knock on the door interrupted him and Dylan went to answer it. She heard some quiet murmuring then he returned with their bags.

“What happened?” she asked once he’d set the bags down.

“You should be sleeping.”