Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter Nine

I didn't stop by the club the next day like I told Sadie I would.

And I didn't go a few days after that either.

I wanted to. God did I want to, but I can already feel myself getting drawn into her Web. I need to put some distance between us so I can get my head on straight and act like the leader I'm supposed to be.

She's lying to me, and that much is obvious, but what I can't figure out is why I don't care more about it. If one of my men lied to me as boldly as she is, I would make an example out of him. Beat the shit out of him and let him sit in the cells for a few days before kicking him right out of the group.

With Sadie, it's completely different. I'm fully aware that she's lying, but it doesn't matter. All I care about is that she's back. I'm letting my emotions get in the way of my job, and that's something I can't let happen. That means I need to keep Sadie at arms distance, at least until I figure out what her endgame is.

I hope it's nothing. I hope she's genuinely back to visit and the connection between us is as real as it was eight years ago, but I can't count on that. I certainly can't operate that way and get myself into a position to be just as broken and shattered as I was back then.

She's working at the bar today, so instead of using the front like I normally would, I slip in through the back entrance to avoid her. My father called a meeting and I'm already running late. He and Alex and a few other men sit at the table in the back, all engaged in conversation and I slip in virtually unnoticed.

"Hey man." Alex says as I sit down next to him.

"Hey," I grumble.

"Oh good, you're here." My dad looks up at the sound of my voice. "Seems we had another visit from Herrera last night at one of our factories. He didn't find anything, but he's not going to stop nosing around until he does. I think we need to rethink a few things. I know I said I didn't wanna move product, but we might have to. At least for the time being."

The door to the room creeks as Sadie prances in with a few empty glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Damn, is she a site for sore eyes after the last few days.  Her dark curls are pulled back into a pony tail, a few loose pieces dangling around her face, and her rosy lips bow into the most perfect pout.. There's a natural blush in her cheeks that I'm sure comes from the fact that she's uncomfortable to be in here with all of us, but aside from that, she hides it well.

Sadie's always been gorgeous, but it seems like she's even gotten more beautiful in the last few years. Or maybe I've just dulled the image of her in my mind so it doesn't hurt quite so bad.

She slides in between Alex and I, leaning forward and setting the glasses on the table. When she does, that little skirt she's wearing rides up on her thighs and I'm at just the right angle to see the tiniest glimpse of her lacy panties.

Jesus fucking Christ. What am I supposed to do with that?  I nearly groan outloud, shifting my weight as far from her as I possibly can. My dick throbs as I rub my fingers through my hair, hoping I'm the only one who saw the slow. Thankfully, everyone else is distracted.