I leaned in and got up on my toes.
When my mouth was almost on his, Ren’s head moved back an inch and his other hand curled firm at the side of my neck, holding me warm but steadily away from him.
What the fuck?
“Zano—”
“That night,” he said, his eyes looking into mine in a weird way that felt intense and probing. “What were you doin’ at Club?”
My head gave a little confused shake and I asked, “What?”
“That night I apologized,” he gave me more info and I, unusually belatedly, sensed the danger and my body stiffened. His hand at my waist wrapped around it to hold me to him as his fingers at my neck dug in as he kept talking. “What were you doin’ at Club?”
“Why are you asking this?” I queried.
“Why aren’t you answering?” he returned.
My brows drew together. “Because it’s none of your business.”
He ignored that and tried a different tactic.
“Were you with a man?”
“No.”
“A friend?”
“No, Zano,” I snapped. “Why does it matter?”
“’Cause you weren’t with anybody. You stayed a few minutes after I left you, took off to the bathrooms and never came back. I know. I watched for you.”
He watched for me.
Nice.
“But you disappeared,” he finished.
“So?”
“The exit’s at the front,” he informed me.
“So?”
“That means you exited out back.”
“Jeez, Zano!” I clipped, pulling out of his hold, taking a step back and putting my hands on my hips. “What’s with the interrogation? Who cares how I exited Club two months ago?”
He ignored my question—and my outburst—and kept at me.
“A few minutes after you took off toward the bathroom, some guy shot outta that hall lookin’ freaked, as well as clearly so stoked on blow it’s a wonder his heart didn’t explode. You know that guy?”
“I know I’m not a big fan of being woken up in the middle of the night and getting treated to random twenty questions about a night that happened months ago.”
“Just sayin’, babe, you’ll get a very not random twenty questions if Benito Valenzuela decides to make a meal outta you.”
I clamped my mouth shut.
Oh shit.
That was the dealer who had his hooks into Garden Girl’s brother.
“Yeah,” he whispered, examining my face carefully. “Though, if Valenzuela gets more interested in you, you might not be available for twenty questions.”
Okay, somehow Ren had cottoned on to my activities, and I knew this was definitely not good. He might not be a member of the Hot Bunch, but he was a full-blooded Italian hot guy member of a crime family. So I was thinking his rabid alpha behavior either equaled or rivaled any member of the Hot Bunch, including Luke, who, in my opinion, was totally OTT.
And the Hot Bunch guys had a definite aversion to the women in their lives being around danger.
“How do you know this shit?” I asked quietly.
“Dom gets around,” Ren answered immediately. “Had a meeting with him tonight. He doesn’t know about us, but we share an acquaintance with your brothers. Both of them. I think you get why, without me explaining, we tend to keep our eye on their activities. And tonight, in passing, Dom says that he’s heard you’re getting around.”
Fuck.
Not good.
Ren kept talking.
“He thinks you’re doin’ shit for Lee. He heard a coupla nights ago you were with Darius Tucker in one of the bars Valenzuela’s girls work. Says he also heard Tucker was makin’ some enquiries about some new talent Valenzuela has for sale. Sweet piece. Catholic schoolgirl type.”
