Page 23 of Hold Back
“Any sign of Demon?”
“He poked his head out of the restroom window at the rear, saw Doug who waved at him, scowled, and shut the window.”
Red smirked. Pushing those boundaries again. “Watch for Lucifer. He’s not happy I’ve banned the club from attending until they’re checked.”
“Understood.”
Red hunted through the pantry until he found what he was looking for. Tony always had a stack of cookies. He grabbed a handful of packets and added them to the tray of coffee cups.
They were gratefully received by the team.
“Not bad,” Padraig said as he took a slurp of coffee. “Not as good as Joseph’s, but I’ve had worse.”
“I’ll let Tony know,” Red said sarcastically. “I’m sure the club president will be gutted his coffee can’t match up to a billionaire businessman.”
Padraig snorted. “You’ll fit right in.”
Red did not want to know what that meant. He opened his mouth to speak but became aware of everyone looking over his shoulder. He turned to see a certain chaos demon sauntering toward him. He frowned. Was that an even tighter top? His nipple piercings were clearly visible. Red’s mouth went dry. The things he could do to a boy with a chain and rings in his nipples.
In the damn open.
Where anyone could shoot him.
It took one shot from a sniper, and his boy would be on the ground, never to smile at him again.
Red put down his cup and strode toward Kit.
“Someone’s in trouble,” one of the guys muttered.
He didn’t know who said it, he didn’t look around to check. His only focus was on Kit who stopped, standing exposed, hand on one hip like he was a catwalk model as he waited for Red to reach him. His smirk made Red ready to explode. He swayed into Red’s space and Red swore he felt the metal in Kit’s nipples brush across his chest.
Red didn’t pause. He hauled a meaty hand around Kit’s bicep and hauled him toward the house.
“This is where you are, hey, what are you doing?”
Kit’s smirk vanished, as Red stalked them both through the door, not giving Kit a chance to struggle or protest. Then he slammed the door and left the world outside.
“Saving your life,” Red snapped. “I told you to stay inside.”
“I was bored. I wanted to see what you were doing.”
“You were supposed to be watching TV.”
Kit shrugged one sharp-boned shoulder. Then he swayed again into Red’s space, his eyes narrowing when Red didn’t react. “There was nothing on.”
“Don’t lie to me, Monroe.” He heard Kit gasp. Red had never addressed him like that before.
‘I’m not lying to you,” he protested, but he wouldn’t meet Red’s eyes.
“This isn’t a game,” Red said. “This is your life you’re playing with.”
“What do you care about my life?” Kit snarled. “You’re not my Daddy. Oh wait, that’s what you’re paid to do. You’re just the hired muscle.”
“That’s right,” Red agreed, ignoring how much that hurt. He wasn’t Kit’s Daddy; he was his bodyguard. Although technically, he’d not even discussed his damned salary yet. It was another thing to add to the list.
Red wasn’t like this. He made lists, he stuck to them. Well, he intended to stick to them. But he went into a job knowing what he had to do. This time he was floundering.
He shoved Kit toward the back room. Inside, he pointed at the TV. “Watch something. I’ll join you in a moment. Don’t try to escape or I’ll hunt you down.”
