Free Wanted - Dead or Alive: A Bad Boy Outlaw Romance by Alyssa Alpha Page A

fucking her brains out. I want to stake my claim and make her mine.
    But I can’t. Not yet.
    I can’t.
    I need to keep telling myself that.
    She glides her leg around the pole and starts to swing her body around it. Desire fills her expression as she catches my eye for a split-second, and that actually calms me down a bit. I don’t have to think like the arrogant prick I normally am to know that she’s thinking about me. I can just tell.
    I slide back, swinging my arm casually over the back of my chair, and a smug smile plays on my lips. If she’s thinking about me, it means that she still wants me, despite everything. If she wants me, I’m gonna let her have me. I might even surprise her and be gentle.
    Probably not, though. I doubt I’ll be able to control myself that much.
    My buoyancy and stiff erection only last for a few moments, because the second I actually start to enjoy myself, the universe seems to have another plan. Just as Willa is shaking off her trousers, the metrosexual man indicates for her to leave the stage.
    Fuck!
    I almost cry out in anger. Why the fucking hell is that asswipe stopping her now? He sure as shit can’t say that she was bad. She was beyond amazing.
    That’s when I see them walking off together. Willa has only had enough time to pull her top back on, so her long, sexy legs are still bare. I quickly realize exactly what’s happening and it damn near kills me.
    They are going to the owner’s office.
    My heart stops dead in my chest. I know this is what we wanted, and this is what the plan was all about, so why do I feel so fucking shitty about it all?

Twelve

Willa
    O h my God .
    My heart is absolutely pounding and my mouth has run dry. I’m trying to walk confidently—despite the fact that I’m still half naked—but I think it’s obvious that I’m shaking.
    I don’t know what I’m more afraid of; meeting the club’s owner, or finding out more about Nicolette. From the brief bits that Karma told me, I’m not sure how much more I want to know.
    Of course, I know that I have to know. If I don’t find out the truth, then I risk losing my sister forever. I just don’t know how deep this all goes. The last time I got myself involved in Nicolette’s affairs, I nearly got raped.
    Feeling vulnerable all over again, I try to tug my T-shirt down as far as it’ll go, as the surprisingly posh doors to the club owner’s office swings open. This entire room is completely contradictory to the rest of the place, which quite frankly looks like crap.
    “I have another one for you,” the shift manager announces in an overly-dramatic way.
    I step out from behind him, wanting to seem much more confident than I really feel. I don’t want him to immediately see my weaknesses and pounce upon them.
    The man I presume is the owner sits in a luxurious leather chair behind a solid mahogany desk, and he shoots a terrifyingly wolfish grin my way. “Please, come and sit down.”
    He indicates to a much smaller chair, located on the other side of the desk. It’s clearly designed in a way that makes him look like the more powerful person in every single meeting he has.
    My steely resolve deserts me as I scuttle over to the chair like a scared little mouse.
    “So…” he continues in the syrupy voice that I imagine usually gets him everythinghe wants. That, teamed with his caramel-colored skin and dark brooding eyes, which match his hair perfectly, makes him one of the most charismatic men I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting in front of. “You want to work here?”
    He stands up, pacing the room slightly, and I’m sure this is just to show me his expensive tailored suit.
    He’s a man of power; that much is clear. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me to discover that he’s really powerful, like a mobster or something. I gulp down the fear that’s racing through my veins, threatening to come out as vomit at any given moment.
    Oh God, Nicolette. What the hell have you gotten yourself