Mastered (The Enforcers #1) (2 page)

She had no regrets. She'd do anything for her mother and father. But that didn't mean she would live this life forever. Someday . . . Someday she'd have better. She wanted a husband and children. A stable relationship. Just not now.

“You ready?” Nikki asked, bringing Evangeline abruptly back to the here and now.

Evangeline huffed in a deep breath, squared her shoulders and looked at herself in the mirror. She did look pretty. She wouldn't go as far as to say
hot
as her friends had described her, but she wasn't ugly. She was even above average, even if she owed it all to her friends' magic touch with cosmetics and doing hair.

“Yeah,” she murmured softly. “I'm ready.”

Drake Donovan pulled up to the entrance of the employee parking lot situated in the back of Impulse and quickly punched the security code into the console of his car, waiting impatiently for the gate to open so he could pull through. More often than not, his driver squired him everywhere, but when he went to the club he drove himself so he could leave at will without waiting for his driver to collect him.

He pulled into the space marked
RESERVED
, the closest spot to the entrance. There were many reserved spaces that spanned the front of the lot, all for his partners, but he refrained from ever putting his name—or theirs—not wanting to announce to everyone who exactly parked where.

Collecting his briefcase, he climbed from the car and set a brisk pace to the back entrance, where again he'd have to enter the security code to gain access, but when he was mere steps away, a woman suddenly pushed her way in front of him, forcing him to take a hasty step backward or collide with her, something she evidently had no issue with.

He gave her a cursory once-over and mentally cursed. She was scantily clad, with a lot of makeup and an expensive hairstyle, and there was sultry invitation in her hazel eyes, though the color was hard to make out with all the smoky eye makeup that covered from eyebrows to eyelashes.

“Mr. Donovan,” she gushed, reaching to put her hand on his arm.

He flinched away, his stare glacial. “You're trespassing on private property, or did you not see all the signs and the fact that the only way into this parking lot is via a security gate?”

Her heavily painted lips turned down into a pout, but clear invitation still shone brightly in her eyes.

“I was hoping you'd like some company tonight,” she said breathlessly. “I can be very accommodating.”

Her look informed him that if he told her to drop to her knees right there on the pavement and suck him off, she'd do it with no hesitation and in record time. Jesus. The only way she could have gotten in was to have climbed over the high fence surrounding the employee parking lot. Or . . . someone had let her in. And if that was the case, heads were going to roll and someone was going to get fired. As soon as he got upstairs, he'd review the surveillance footage to determine just how this woman had gotten past his security.

He prided himself on impenetrable security. Even if she had attempted to climb over, she most certainly should have been detected and apprehended and escorted off the premises long before Drake ever arrived.

“Unfortunately for you, I'm not in a very accommodating mood tonight,” he said in an icy tone.

He immediately inserted the earpiece that would key him into all the activity going on in the club, his direct link to all his employees, and he barked a quick order.

“I need security to the parking lot now.”

The woman's eyes widened in fear. “What are you going to do? I only wanted to please you. You're a very handsome man, Mr. Donovan. I think once you've had a taste of what I can offer you, you won't be disappointed.”

“I'm more disappointed that you're making me late for work and you're trespassing where you don't belong.”

The door burst open, and two of his bouncers ran toward Drake, tense, alert and ready for action.

“What's up, boss?” Colbin asked.

Drake pointed at the now-furious-looking woman.

“Escort her out immediately, and from now on if anyone, and I mean anyone, gets into this lot who doesn't have clearance, I'll fire every single person in charge of surveillance.”

“You have no idea what you're passing up,” the woman hissed, her fingers curling into claws.

“Oh, I know damn well what I'm
passing
on,” he drawled. “And I couldn't be any less interested in a skank who throws herself at me with promises to please me when the very sight of you displeases me very much.”

She launched herself at Drake, her long, painted nails aimed directly at his face.

Matthews stepped between her and Drake immediately, and Colbin curled his arm around her waist, lifting her effortlessly as she let out a shriek of outrage and began kicking and thrashing, trying to lash those nails across his face.

“Fuck,” Colbin bit out. “Get yourself together, bitch. You're making a fool of yourself. Mr. Donovan has no interest in you, and furthermore, he does not tolerate invasion of his privacy. If he wants you, he'll contact you. Don't ever come at him like this again, or you'll find yourself sitting inside a jail cell. Consider yourself lucky, he's letting you go with only a warning this time.”

“Bastard,” she threw out at Drake as Colbin hauled her to the gate.

As he walked, Matthews radioed for a car to pull to the gate immediately to get rid of “an unwanted guest,” which only made the woman shriek louder in outrage.

“I'm sorry, boss,” Matthews said in a sober voice. “I have no idea how she got in, but I'm going to find out right away and make sure it never happens again.”

“You do that,” Drake snapped. “And while you're at it, arrange to have barbed wire installed at the top of the fences. A few guard dogs wouldn't be amiss. You'll just have to take the time to acquaint all my employees with the dogs and ensure they don't mistake them as intruders. This is ridiculous.”

“I'm on it, boss. I won't fail you.”

Drake walked dismissively by Matthews and spoke into his com. “Viper and Thane. Pull surveillance from the employee parking lot for the previous two hours and have it set to play in my office. I want it ready to go as soon as I get to my office. I'm on my way up.”

“You got it,” Thane replied immediately.

Drake shook his head in disgust. The woman was no different from the women lined up down the block outside the entrance to Impulse, all eagerly awaiting the opportunity to get in. Some would; some wouldn't. There were a few couples, both one-nighters and steady relationships, but mostly women—and men—came here to hook up, be seen, up their status and pretend to be what they weren't.

He strode inside and merely nodded at the greetings from the employees he passed, in a hurry to get to his office, where he had a bird's-eye view of everything that went on in his club. He catered to exactly the clientele that Impulse attracted, but it didn't diminish his disgust or impatience with the type of people who frequented his establishment.

He even indulged when it suited him, but he never kept a woman for more than one night—two at the absolute most—and there were two places he never brought a woman: his office at Impulse or his home. He had very exacting standards when it came to the women he took to his bed, the number one being absolute submission and him being in complete control, just as he was in control of every aspect of his business and personal life.

He'd created his world, his empire, by being ruthless and cutthroat
when it was necessary, and he had no regrets, because he was a man who was feared by many and given absolute respect and deference. That fact served him well. He had no weaknesses to exploit. There was no way to penetrate his carefully guarded defenses and his top-of-the-line security. If it made him arrogant to consider himself God, so be it, because he
was
God. At least in
his
world.

Maddox and Silas were waiting in his office, their expressions grim.

“I hear you had a problem in the parking lot,” Maddox said.

Silas just stood there, his stare inquiring, but then he wasn't a man of many words. He didn't need words to get his point across. And people weren't exactly lining up to have a conversation with him since a mere look usually scared the piss out of them.

“Apparently,” Drake said acidly.

Even as he spoke, he reached for the remote and focused his attention on the screen where the surveillance footage of the parking lot would be displayed. Impatiently, he fast-forwarded until finally he discovered the source of the breach.

“Son of a bitch,” Maddox growled.

Drake's expression was grim as he watched one of his newer employees pull in and park at the very back of the lot and get out as though he was merely showing up for work. It wasn't until he was well into the building that the backseat door opened and the woman who'd thrown herself at Drake crept surreptitiously from the vehicle, hunched down so as not to be seen.

“Fire him,” Drake snapped in Maddox's direction. “Escort him off the premises and then eliminate his security clearance to all entrances to the club.”

Maddox wasted no time departing to do Drake's bidding, leaving Silas alone with Drake. Drake took a seat at his desk and made sure all the monitors that covered every inch of the club were online. Then he
turned his attention to Silas, the man who took care of any problems Drake encountered. He also cleaned up any unwanted messes. He did so with unflappable efficiency and never failed.

“I want you to pay Garner a visit and tell him he's behind in his payments and he has precisely forty-eight hours to pay up or he loses my protection. Make it clear I'm not bluffing and if he fails to come through, he's on his own and he's a dead man.”

Silas nodded. “I'll leave now.”

Drake nodded. “Report back to me as soon as you've spoken to him and let me know the situation. He owes me a lot of money. You can also tell him that if he doesn't pay up, the least of his worries will be Vanucci because I'll come after him myself and I'll make whatever Vanucci will do to him look like child's play.”

“Consider it done,” Silas said, even as he turned and disappeared into the far corner where the darkness concealed another exit from the office.

Drake clenched his jaw. Just another day at the office, only the desperate woman throwing herself at him pissed him off more than Garner defaulting on past-due payments. If he wanted a woman, he never had to look far. He damn sure didn't need some bitch clinging to him like a burr, expecting him to fall all over himself to take what she so vulgarly offered.

Women didn't call the shots with him. Ever. If he saw something he wanted, he took it. He was in control. Always. No exceptions. Not a woman. Not anyone. And he planned to keep it that way.

•   •   •

Evangeline stepped hesitantly from the cab after paying the fare—money given to her by her girls with a look in their eyes that said
Don't even think about refusing
—and for a moment she stood there like an idiot, nervously surveying the line that extended down the sidewalk and wrapped around the block.

Then realizing how conspicuous—and out of place—she looked standing there gawking like a moron, she started toward the entryway, where a burly, scary-looking bouncer stood in front of a roped-off area that led to the inside, his huge arms crossed over an even huger chest.

She swallowed nervously as he caught sight of her and obviously saw her intention to walk in. His gaze narrowed and flitted up and down her, his lips thinning. Her back went up, as did her chin. She'd had enough of feeling unworthy and she'd be damned if she was judged and found lacking by a freaking bouncer.

A glance down the sidewalk told her why he was looking at her like she was nuts. Beautiful people stood, waiting for their opportunity to get in. Glitzy, glamorous. Women in expensive dresses, heels, jewelry draped from head to toe, hair that probably cost a fortune to have made up at the stylist. And then there were the men. Polished. Preppy. Rich looking. Some alone, no doubt using Impulse as hunting ground for a pickup and an easy lay. Others were there with their date for the evening, an arm wrapped securely around a gorgeous woman.

She was so jealous that for a moment she couldn't breathe. What it must be like to be one of those beautiful people. To be able to take their looks and bodies for granted. To be able to get any man they wanted with a snap of their fingers.

She noticed that she'd caught the attention of those at the front of the line. Women openly sneered at her, mocking glances thrown her way as if to tell her,
As if
you'll
get in
.

She turned her attention back to the bouncer, who was now just a body space away, and he stepped forward, speaking before she could say or do anything.

“Quota has been filled tonight,” he said simply. “Sorry, but you'll have to go elsewhere. Or home,” he added after another sweep of her body.

Her cheeks scorched hot at the judgment in his gaze. He hadn't even told her that the line formed at the rear. He hadn't even told her she'd
have to wait. He'd dismissed her. Told her she was unwelcome in a place like Impulse, and that just pissed her off.

So she pulled out her trump card, snapping it angrily in front of his face, holding the VIP pass so it was impossible for him not to see.

“I don't think so,” she hissed between her teeth.

He looked surprised. And then uneasy. Hesitant even. And this was not a man she'd think was ever indecisive. Then she realized he was actually debating refusing her access even though she had the “golden ticket.” A coveted VIP pass that allowed its owner to enter, no questions asked. He would know that someone important in the club had given it to her. He didn't have to know it hadn't been given directly to her. No one in their right mind ever gave away a VIP pass to this club, so his only logical conclusion was that it had been given to her personally and she wasn't about to correct his assumption.