Free Fighting Back (Harrow #2) by Scarlett Finn Page A

enforcing. So she assumed that if he hadn’t gotten home until eleven AM there was a chance that he would sleep for about twelve hours, to make up for the sleep time lost over the previous two nights.
    ‘When is she coming?’ Ivy asked when Saul hung up the phone.
    ‘She’ll be here in an hour,’ he said, his triumphant smile brought him to his feet. ‘Where’s the mini-bar?’
    ‘You’re not getting drunk in here,’ she said.
    ‘Come on, it’s on your old man’s dime, right?’
    ‘You can leave,’ she said. ‘You’ve done your bit.’
    ‘Oh,’ he whined. ‘You’re not going to let me stay and watch the show?’
    ‘No, I’m not. I’m not hanging out in a hotel room with you to wait for a hooker.’
    ‘We’re not using the hooker, we’re luring the hooker.’
    ‘I am luring her, I could’ve done this without you. I told you that you didn’t need to come back, you offered to come and make the call from the hotel room because it was more convincing. Trudi probably heard that I was looking for her, and I’d guess she’s not desperate to see me.’
    ‘No,’ he said, standing up from the bed where he’d been sitting to make the call. ‘Probably not. Were all the stories true? That you were kidnapped and—‘
    ‘We can talk about that tomorrow,’ she said. Grabbing his arm, Ivy pulled him towards the hotel room door. ‘You need to get out of here because if Trudi sees you then she’ll assume I’m not too far behind.’
    ‘Just like the old days,’ he grinned.
    With her palms planted on his back she pushed him forward and reached around him to open the hotel room door. ‘Get out of here, Saul.’ Except when she opened the door, there was a man right there on the other side of it. A man with an expression on his face that the devil would envy. ‘Dax…’
    Still half tucked behind Saul, she came around him to stand between the two men, except Dax swept her aside and grabbed Saul to haul him out and pin him to the hotel corridor wall. ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ Dax demanded.
    ‘No, no,’ Ivy said, trying to pry Dax away. ‘You can’t do this here, Dax, come on, baby, let him go.’
    ‘I do know you,’ Saul said, his face reddened as recognition grasped him. ‘Oh shit.’
    ‘That’s right, buddy,’ Dax said, pleased that he’d been identified. She didn’t know how the men knew each other, and right now, she didn’t care.
    ‘Please let go of him, baby,’ she said, pulling on Dax’s arm. ‘Nothing happened, he didn’t touch me.’
    ‘Oh, God, no, no,’ Saul said, and she was surprised that he was acting like such a pussy. Usually he would happily fight with any guy who brought an argument to him. But from his hurried breathing and distressed expression, she would guess that he knew Dax wasn’t to be messed with. Saul’s focus fled Dax’s to land on her. ‘You married the goddamn Ravager, why the fuck didn’t you tell me that?’
    ‘You’re disrespecting my wife?’ Dax asked, pulling him forward to slam him back against the wall again.
    ‘No! No, no, no I’m Ivy’s friend, I was just helping her out, I—‘
    ‘Yeah,’ Dax said, yanking him forward then turning to toss him away down the hotel corridor. ‘Get the fuck outta here and don’t come back.’
    Snatching hold of Ivy, he pulled her against him to pin her under his arm, then took her back into the hotel room. As soon as they were inside, he slammed the door and shoved her forward, out of his embrace.
    ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he asked, looking around the place, probably for any signs of an indiscretion.
    ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ she asked, setting her hands on his chest and shoving him, though he didn’t budge. ‘You can’t treat people that way!’
    ‘Guys who come to my wife’s hotel room while I’m not here? You’re goddamn right I can!’
    ‘No,’ she said, putting her hands to her hips. ‘He came here to call for a hooker.’ Dax’s anger flickered to