The Sinner's Club [18+] Complete

chapter nine.

"HOW ABOUT YOU explain to me why the fuck you walked a psychopathic stalker into my club?" Nate demands, glaring at Maksim.

The morning sun floods the hotel room. It's almost strange to see Viktor and Maksim in the daylight. I am so used to their faces being shadowed by the darkness of the club. The rays of sun brandish Viktor's hair golden.

"I speak to a friend of mine. He says Dario is wealthy, bored man looking to invest in new business opportunities. So I suggested the new club and—"

"And that's it?" Nate interrupts Maksim. "That's the extent of your background search? Your friend mentioned him? Are you fucking kidding me?"

I sit on the edge of the hotel bed, still wearing Nate's oversized shirt, hugging my knees.

"No," Maksim says, a frown tugging at his lips. He is usually more jovial, light-hearted, but today he is serious. "I ask around about him. People say he is odd, but very rich and clever. He invests well."

"Jesus Christ." Nate turns away, shoving a hand through his hair.

Viktor is sitting on the lounge, a pensive look on his face. "We need to get rid of him."

Murder is nasty business, but necessary. I'll feel better once Dario is gone for good.

"Yeah and that would be a lot simpler if he didn't have half a dozen hired men around him," Nate mutters. "I spoke to another club owner. He said Dario stalked one of his girls a couple of years back, and that when he went after Dario, he hired a bunch of muscle to protect him. He's supposedly got almost unlimited wealth. Old money, a lot of connections in politics. Not an easy person to touch or find. We can't locate him anywhere."

"What happened to her?" The question is out of my mouth before I can swallow it. All three men turn to me, Nate and Maksim looking as though they'd forgotten I was even there.

"What?" Nate shakes his head, confused.

"The girl he stalked a few years back...Did the club owner say what happened to her?"

He hesitates, swallowing. I know the answer before he even opens his mouth. "She disappeared," he admits, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers, his mouth hardening into a line. "Without a trace."

I nod, my arms tightening around my knees. I can practically feel my face growing pale.

"That will not happen to you," Viktor tells me quietly.

I want to believe him, but I am not naive enough to rely on empty promises.

"Obviously not," Nate snaps, like the idea is unthinkable. Like it isn't even a remote possibility. "We're going to kill the fucker. Even if he wasn't obsessed with Gabi, he doesn't get to roam around my city murdering innocent women. He's a fucking serial killer. If the police weren't so goddamn incompetent..."