Captive Heart (Club Risqué Book 6)

Chapter 35

Guthrie pulled up his collar and ducked his head as he hurried out of the club, aware that there were security cameras on the doors. He buried his bruised fingers inside the pockets of his jacket and cursed under his breath, checking all around him as he made his way to his car to ensure no one was following.

What the fuck was V”s whore doing in this place? There was no doubt it was her. No two bitches had hair that white or that long; he was bloody certain. And the cunt had recognised him, too!

V hadn”t said anything about letting his fuck toy go free, and Guthrie wasn”t fool enough to think that the bitch had a choice in the matter, but the bastard had cancelled their last gang bang session. They”d all thought he”d probably just beaten her too hard, not that it usually made any difference, except for the time when her cunt had bled like a stuck pig, but even that didn”t turn some of the fuckers off.

And now she was here, all tarted up and with access to the private upstairs dungeon which he’d been refused membership for. Not that he could really afford their extortionate fees, of course… So how could she?

Maybe V had sold her or something.

One thing was for sure. Guthrie had every intention of finding out what the hell the deal was, ”cos that bitch posed too much of a danger to all of them if she was running around loose, since she”d be able to identify every one of them. And he liked his freedom far too much to allow it to be compromised.

If he had to, he’d take matters into his own hands.