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Chapter 1

"It was just one touch!" the

Ezekiel Harding didn't give a fuck The man didn't want to follow the rules of The Club so he was removed, as per policy The fact that he didn't want to leave quietly wasn't a deterrent If anything, it siuy out at the appropriate time

Safety, privacy, and reputation were the most critical elements of The Club's success, which made sense since it was one of the most elite BDSM clubs in Texas Zeke understood mission statements He believed in the to die for the a drunken idiot out on his ass was h over in Syria

"Coer to his feet in the alleyway "I didn'tby it Just let me back in"

That was an easy answer "No"

"I can pay you–"

Seriously, how many times had he heard those exact words? As if a few hundred bucks on the side would somehow compare to the hefty sum Jet Mak paid each of his private enforcement staff members, his Suits As if Zeke was such a loser that he wouldn't honor the contract he'd signed his name to A contract that clearly stated bribes or side paye for access to The Club, its patrons, or its premises, would result in immediate termination

Getting fired would be the least of his concerns though Not getting his ass handed to hie was theissue Mr Mak valued loyalty and Zeke owed him

Thebut a drunk hoping to grope another woman

"I don't want yourover hi on an undisturbed surface

The drunk could react tays: accept that Zeke wasn't going to budge and walk away, or use his response to pick a fight

"My h for you?"

Clearly option two Soht The adrenalinewarmth under his shell, under theshit out of this douchebag, but patience was the key After he'd gotten stateside and seen the cluster his capture had left in its wake, he'd promised that he wouldn't resort to violence unless it was the only way he could get the e across

"You fucking mick! Think you're a man now?" And the idiot drew a crappy knife from his pocket with the flourish of a man who doesn't realize he's about to die