“It won’t happen again. I’m sorry. You gotta believe me. Maybe we can forget about all this and call it a night?”
Drake curses softly, exchanging a look with his buddy overtop my head like the other said too much.
Mobsters with morals? I recognized the face of the man who grabbed my ass and billionaires tended to get what they wanted, not the flat broke waitress with a dangerous attraction to her three bosses.
Both Drake and Grey usher me through a door into a darkened room. I blink several times to adjust my eyes and even then I still can’t make out anything other than the glaring monitors showing various angles of all the club floors. Even the Attic.
My brows shoot up. “Oh my.”
Surveillance. So that’s how they had arrived so quickly on the main floor. Not one section of the club goes unwatched from the looks of it.
“Step into the light,” a deep voice sounds off to my right.
I glance around for the source but only see various shades of darkness.
I turn my face up to Grey and Drake who only silently return my stare.
Great. No help there. Not sure what I expect from them, but one thing is for damn sure. I am so getting fired over this.