Bad Grace: A Billionaire Romance Romantic Suspense (The Filth Monger Book 2) (6 page)

Him

I
went down to Dominion early. I’d been trying to get hold of Rick ever since I’d arrived at Ffyvells, but there’d been no answer. I’d briefly considered texting him, but I didn’t want to scare him off. Besides, there would’ve been no way of knowing if he’d seen it unless he answered, which seemed unlikely, given his radio silence.

The only thing that gave me any hope was the fact that his phone was still switched on. He hadn’t jettisoned it or, at least, not yet. I’d tried his proper mobile, but that was dead. I just had to wait to see him.

How was I going to explain that I didn’t have the money? I stood at the bar, looking out at the dance floor. The place was crowded now. It was always busy on a Thursday – in London, the weekend started early. I never understood how people could treat Thursday as the first Friday of the week, when they still had to get up for another day’s work.

I almost laughed. Christ, I’d done it myself when I was younger, and not just on Thursdays. When Aimee and I’d been together, it’d been nearly every night, not that I’d had to worry too much about being late for work. I’d never worked for anyone in my life, except the old man.

I’d always made sure I was on time, though. My father had a strong work ethic, and I’d always tried to avoid pissing him off. He was a fucking nightmare when roused. Still, if he hadn’t been so ruthless and driven, I wouldn’t have been where I was today.

Where I was today? I did laugh then. Standing in a high-end sex club –
my
sex club, to all intents and purposes - waiting for a blackmailer to try to fleece me out of a million quid? Fuck, I was really something to aspire to.

There were still people coming in all the time. The place was packed with people of every gender, dressed in everything from tuxedos and cocktail dresses to rubber and leather or – in the case of some of the die-hard slaves – already almost nothing at all. The clientele of Dominion represented just about every kink and fetish imaginable – the great and the good had too much time on their hands and too much money. They were so easily bored. Vanilla didn’t even come into it.

Every time someone entered, I looked to see if it was Rick. The staff on the door had been told to let him in, no questions asked. I could only hope they’d do their job properly. I’d had to pull off the usuals, like Matt. They were too important. I needed them for other things tonight.

I still didn’t understand why Rick had chosen Dominion. It seemed almost suicidally reckless, like Daniel walking into the lions’ den. Why the hell hadn’t he chosen neutral turf? The only reason that made any sense was that he still trusted me. He knew I was a man of my word, and he wanted to rub my face in the fact that he’d got one over on me.

It was true. I
was
a man of my word. Given the chance, I’d make the trade, no questions asked, to protect Felicity…to protect the whole Flint family. In a way, I almost admired Rick. He had balls, that was for sure, coming into the very heart of my empire purely to rip me off. But there was only so far I’d be pushed before my integrity no longer mattered, and I wondered if he realised that. People didn’t usually take liberties – they knew better - so he’d never seen me truly riled, but I wasn’t the old man’s son for nothing.

There was a sudden commotion, over by the entrance. I was at the end of the bar closest, so I could see what was going on. It was Alex, of all people. I’d put him in charge of the club, even though I was in attendance, and he was supposed to be keeping an eye on play, both in the rooms and in the open areas. It was his duty as Dungeon Master to ensure members followed the Code of Safe, Sane and Consensual. It was a role far too important to neglect, and I knew there could only be one reason he was over at the entrance.

I put down my glass and made my way through the various semi-naked bodies to the doors.

‘What the fuck are you playing at?’ Alex was shouting. ‘I trusted you!’

He had Rick pinned against the wall, his face right up against Rick’s. Spit was flying from his mouth, and his knuckles were white, his hands on either side of Rick’s collar. Rick wasn’t struggling, wasn’t retaliating at all. He only stared at Alex, his expression unreadable.

‘Alex,’ I said, with all the calm I could muster. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

‘I’m sorry, Boss,’ he said. ‘I just…’

‘Let him go,’ I said. ‘Now. I won’t have violence in my club.’

Alex let go of Rick’s collar and walked off, throwing him a look of contempt over his shoulder.

Him

R
ick just stared back at him, still with that same inscrutable expression, before turning to me with an ironic grin. ‘No violence?’ he said.

He had that same cocky attitude he’d had back at the Castle, the night he’d made off with the tape. It was all I needed right now. ‘You never did understand,’ I said, gesturing towards the bar. ‘There are rules for everything, even here. Self-control is key….a lesson you’ve apparently never learnt.’

We walked over to the bar, where I beckoned a waiter.

‘Scotch on the rocks,’ I said. ‘Twice.’

‘You’re always so fucking smug.’ Rick took a box of cigarettes from his inside pocket and pulled one out. He lit it, the tip glowing a brilliant orange as he sucked, inhaling deeply on it.

I felt my jaw tense. He knew smoking in the club – dammit, in any club – was an absolute no-no, and he was doing it on purpose to get a reaction out of me. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I merely called over the waiter again.

‘An empty glass, please,’ I said. ‘Or an ashtray, if you have one.’

The waiter passed me a glass, and I pushed it towards Rick.

‘I’m not smug,’ I said. ‘I’m confident. There’s a difference.’

‘Anyone would be confident in your position.’ Rick gestured around the club. ‘Money to burn…any woman you want. You’re so fucking entitled – you have no idea what it’s like for the rest of us.’

I couldn’t argue there. I was rich beyond most people’s wildest dreams or, at least, my father was. I could have any woman I wanted, within reason, but did it make me entitled?

I didn’t think so. I worked damned hard to maintain my lifestyle…to keep my parents and Ronnie in the style to which they were accustomed. Without my eye on it, the whole delicate balance of the infrastructure would go to shit. It was a full-time job and then some.

‘Just because I have money, it doesn’t mean I’m entitled,’ I said, with a shrug. ‘We all have our duties to perform. The difference between us is that I do my duty, without question. Now, you – you truly
do
think you’re entitled.’

For the first time, Rick looked awkward, as if he didn’t quite know what to say. ‘I’m entitled to something,’ he said, finally. ‘I deserve something for all the service I’ve given you.’

‘I never once said you didn’t.’ I looked away, out across the dance floor. Cho was hanging there again now, in much the same position she’d been in the last time, only this time
sans culottes
, her splayed legs leaving nothing to the imagination. The mesh of rope played all around her naked arms and torso, encircling her bare tits in a tight rope bra, and rendering her completely immobile – a living decoration for the amusement of club members. ‘I tried to give you something before, but you thought it better to betray my trust, yet again.’

I sighed, waiting for the inevitable response. We’d had this conversation already. It wasn’t going to go anywhere new, I could tell. He was resolute, determined to pursue this mad bid for wealth to the bitter end.

‘Whatever you gave me, it was never going to be enough,’ he said. He followed my gaze to where Cho was hanging, spinning slowly on the rig, a foot or so above the heads of the clubbers. ‘What I wouldn’t give to fuck that pretty little cunt,’ he said.

I could hardly credit it. Despite everything, despite the enormity of what was going on here, he was still thinking with his dick. He had no self-discipline at all.

‘You killed some whore’s cat,’ I said, taking a sip of my drink. ‘I thought that was unnecessary.’

‘It’s hardly the first time I’ve destroyed a tart’s pussy.’ He smirked, raising his glass in toast to his own tasteless joke. ‘It was a fucking cat, for crying out loud. Charlotte was threatening to tell Sandy. I told you.’

I didn’t crack a smile. ‘It wasn’t even her cat.’ I looked at him, sitting there, so sure of himself. He was past his prime now, his blond hair beginning to thin on top. Time was running out for him. No wonder he was getting it wherever he could find it. ‘You know what?’ I slammed my glass down. ‘Maybe Sandy deserves better than you.’

‘My girls don’t deserve to be without their father,’ he said, his voice rising sharply. ‘No kid does.’

‘Which is the only reason I’m still offering to help,’ I said, taking the opportunity while I had it. ‘I can still sort things out. Pay Charlotte off – arrange some sort of stipend for you.’

He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, sizing me up. I could tell he was wavering, and I held my breath, hoping it would be as simple as that. All he had to say was yes, and everything would be sorted.

After what seemed a full minute, he spoke. ‘No,’ he said. ‘I need the money now, up front.’

‘And what do I get if I give you the money?’

He hesitated. ‘The tape, of course,’ he said, finally.

‘And the letters?’

‘I threw the letters,’ he said. ‘They were useless, anyway.’

‘Of course they were.’ I leant back against the bar. ‘You’d already got Charlotte’s address from the papers, hadn’t you?’

He looked at me, an expression of bewilderment on his face. ‘The papers? I haven’t contacted the papers.’

I nodded slowly, letting this new information sink in. I couldn’t be sure, but he seemed to be telling the truth.

He’d obviously decided to press his advantage while he had it. ‘But I will go to the papers, of course,’ he said. ‘If I don’t get the money. Tonight.’

‘The papers won’t touch it,’ I said. ‘Giles Flint’s got them all wrapped up in a gift box. You’re not the first person to try that angle recently, believe me.’

He shrugged. ‘The internet, then,’ he said. ‘Even your precious Old Boys’ Network can’t touch that. She’ll be an international star, by this time tomorrow.’

‘It’s not in your interest to do that,’ I said, coolly. ‘That’s your leverage gone, and any chance whatsoever of making a quick buck. How will you protect yourself, when Giles Flint comes after you?’

‘He’s a fucking old fogey.’ Rick gave an uncertain laugh. ‘What’s he gonna do?’

‘He’s in the Home Office,’ I said. ‘They do what they please. Don’t you get it? I’m a fucking pussycat compared to Giles Flint.’

‘Have you told him?’

I could tell I’d rattled him. ‘Not yet,’ I said. ‘I wanted to deal with this thing in-house.’

‘Good.’ Rick put out his fag and drained his glass. ‘Let’s deal.’

‘Have you got the tape?’

‘Uh-huh. It’s good and safe.’ He glanced around him nervously. I wondered if it had only just occurred to him that he had to actually get back out of the club, after the trade.

Apparently, he’d factored that into his plans.

‘Good and safe?’ I said. I didn’t like the sound of it, and I couldn’t stop myself flicking my glass with my thumbnail – a sign of anxiety I couldn’t suppress.

‘Yes.’ He laughed. ‘You didn’t think I’d bring it with me, did you? For fuck’s sake, I’m not that stupid. But I’ll deliver it, as soon as I get the money. You have my word.’

‘Your word?’ I couldn’t help laughing. ‘Your word is good for nothing. You haven’t an ounce of loyalty or honour. How am I supposed to take you at your word?’

‘You’d be surprised how loyal I can be.’ He turned to face me. ‘To people who are loyal to me. Now...’ He held out his hand. ‘The money, please.’

I hesitated. Even now, I wasn’t sure how to play this. Should I come clean, or…?

‘We’ll arrange another rendezvous,’ I said. At least this way, I could stall for time. ‘Somewhere neutral. We’ll trade then. The tape for the money.’

His whole face crumpled and, for a moment, I thought he might cry, but then he turned on his heel. ‘You stupid fuck,’ he said and made a dash for the exit.

I followed him, nearly falling over a slave, crawling along the floor next to his Master. Respect for such behaviours was paramount in the club, and I had to stop and apologise. It hardly mattered. By the time I reached the doors, Security had him pinned against the wall, and Alex was almost upon him. I was glad I’d reached him first. I didn’t want another scene between them. Alex was supposed to keep his composure as Dungeon Master. It was essential for the confidence of the guests. If he couldn’t keep his cool, he wouldn’t be trusted to oversee scenes, much less carry out demonstrations.

As it was, I was able to elbow him out of the way. ‘All right, boys,’ I said. ‘It’s fine. We’ve concluded our business. Let him go.’

The doormen stepped back, looking pissed off. They were obviously hoping to give him a good kick-in outside, but I was still hopeful things could be resolved in a manner more…helpful…to everyone involved.

I went out through the guest doors, into the alley behind the hotel. As I walked up the slope to ground level, I looked up and down. It was hard to see in the dark, but it seemed that Rick hadn’t hung around. The alley was deserted.

Alex came up the slope behind me. ‘Let me in on this one, Sir,’ he said. ‘Please.’

‘I don’t know,’ I began. ‘The club…’

‘This is more important,’ he said. ‘Ronnie’ll take care of it.’

‘I didn’t even see her,’ I said, taken aback. It wasn’t like Ronnie to give me a wide berth. She was altogether too fond of staking her claim over me, especially at Dominion. It was one of the reasons I rarely went there. ‘Does she know she’s expected to?’

‘I briefed her just now,’ he said. ‘She’s cool.’

I shrugged. ‘Okay. The more, the merrier, I suppose. Just don’t go blundering in, all right?’

‘Sir,’ he said, and we walked up the alley together, and out into the night-time streets of London, to where Stephens was waiting for us in the car.