The Insiders (The Insiders Trilogy 1)

An awkward cough as we waited. Then, “It’s Mr. Francis. Matthew. Sir.”

“What is it?” Kash clipped out, a savage growl right behind it.

“There’s a problem at the penthouse.”

“Fuck.”

Exactly.

I hated it, my entire body was protesting, but I was sitting up. Feeling me move, Kash helped deposit me beside him. He turned his back to the guard, looking at me straight on.

“You want to come with me?”

There was no real question there. “Hell yes.”

I was suddenly awake, so awake I didn’t think I’d sleep again.

He closed his eyes, groaning again before shifting back in his seat. “Take us to Matt’s.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

We pulled up to the front of the Francois Nova. As soon as the SUV paused in front of the circling glass doors, Kash didn’t wait for his guard. He opened the door and whisked me out of there. The doorman just barely had time to nod a greeting to us.

Once in the lobby, I felt the attention from everyone in there. It wasn’t locked down like it had been when we were there before. Hotel guests. The concierge staff. The front desk attendant, who I saw was the same as when we had stayed. His eyes were wide, taking us in. Kash was moving so fast that the guards had to run in to get ahead of us. Kash dropped my hand but linked our index fingers. He turned, heading to the elevators. A guard got there just in time, and the doors opened so we didn’t have to wait. Kash dropped my finger, his hand going to the back of my elbow.

Once we were in, the guard came with us.

As we rose to the penthouse floor, his thumb began rubbing the inside of my elbow.

Good Lord. It was doing all sorts of things to me.

The doors opened. We arrived, and raucous laughter, yelling, cheering, and bass-heavy music hit us full blast. Something illegal was being smoked, too.

“Come on! Drink it. Down it.”

Kash’s eyes narrowed.

He let go of my elbow, striding forward. The guards went with him, though they didn’t look like they were there to protect him. The room opened to a wide living room. Kash motioned for one of the guards.

The guard walked to the entertainment console and the music was cut.

“Hey!”

Matt was lounging on one of his white leather couches, his pants unzipped and pulled down to show the top of his hip bones. He was shirtless, his hair ruffled, and he was holding a joint. He was in the process of bringing it to his mouth for a drag when the music cut. It took a full second before that filtered in, and he turned, looking, looking, then lighting up when he saw Kash.

“Hey! It’s Kashy. Hey, Kashy.”

His eyes were dilated, and he couldn’t even sit up. He was sluggish. After he couldn’t get up on the second attempt, he just let gravity pull his body back down into the couch. His feet never moved, outstretched on the floor. The girl sitting beside him only had on a bra and panties. Nothing else. And she wasn’t the girl he’d been necking with at the club.

The rest of the room was filled.

Chester and Tony were in similar stances, but on a back couch in the corner. And unlike Matt, who didn’t have a girl actively sucking his dick, theirs were out. There was Matt’s club girl. Her lips were guzzling on Chester’s dick. The girl sucking Tony’s dick might’ve been a staff member from the club. I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t looking too close.

A few other girls, in varying states of dress, were still dancing, hair extensions in the air, bottles of booze waving around.

“Jesus Christ, Matt.” Kash stepped further into the room, taking everything in. “We just left the club twenty minutes ago.”

Matt’s smile was sloppy drunk as he reached for a beer on the table by him. “I was getting fucked up before we left the club.” He frowned, remembering something … something … something—and he searched, finding me. “Hey! It’s my sis—”

“Stop!” Kash cut him off, taking two steps to his couch. He grabbed the joint, stuffed it out, and knocked the beer out of Matt’s hand. “Everyone out. Now!”

The girls whined.

Kash motioned to his guards. “Get ’em out.”

There was no arguing with him.

One girl was still swinging her arms around. Now she was tripping. She was falling backward, and she fell right into the pool that extended out from Matt’s room and went over a glass-bottomed patio, so it looked like you were swimming over the edge of the building.

Water splashed all over the floor, but then she was up and smoothing her hair back. Her vodka smashed on the floor, and her bra had fallen off from the impact with the water. Two inflatable boobs stood straight out. “Whooey.” She laughed, falling back to float on her back. Her arms stretched out in the water. “This is nice.” Her eyes were closing.