Laura Kaye - Hard As You Can

To the Fearsome Foursome, for so many reasons.

To AB, for all the margin smilies and squees.

To JRW, for making me cry in a public place and giving me one of the best moments of my life.

To Brian, for making it possible once again.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Crystal Dean hurried out of the private party room and let the fake smile drop off her face. Damn bachelor party. A lot of times, the groom-to-be was totally embarrassed by his buddies surprise strip-club party, so things stayed low-key. No such luck tonight. Instead, her guest of honor was so rowdy, handsy, and intent on sampling the wares that she wished she could warn this slimeballs fiance to run fast and hard in the other direction.

Not that Crystal was an authority on making good choices. Or else she wouldnt be working at Confessions, the strip club where her sorry excuse for a life had landed her as a waitress. Although, it wasnt like shed had much of a choice. At least her wares werent up for sampling . . . anymore. And she didnt strip or give private shows in the back rooms.

No, Crystals boyfriend had shielded her from all that. And, anyway, Bruno was too possessive to share her with anyone else. At least there was some benefit to his control-freak tendencies.

Hurrying down the dim, private hallway that threaded between the party rooms, Crystal ran through a mental checklist of what she needed to do. Another round of drinks for this party. Deliver the appetizers for her other party. Check in with Bruno to see if he was ready for dinner

The door to the back parking lot wrenched open and a group of mensome who worked for her boss, Jimmy Church, the head of Baltimores most notorious gang, and a few she hadnt seen beforepoured into the narrow space. Crystal stepped back into the shadows, hoping to avoid their notice.

Decked out in a suit and tie that mustve strained the resources of even a mens big and tall shop, Armand Lewis, or Big Al, guided the men down the other end of the hall toward Mr. Churchs private lounge. The big guy was an Apostle, a senior gang member who had paid his dues, earned the operation some serious money, and proven his loyalty in a whole host of ways you just didnt want to know about.

With their dark slacks and jackets, nothing about the newcomers appearance was particularly noteworthy, but they exuded an air of authority and self-assurance Crystal recognized. And the unusually subdued demeanor of Als men proved she wasnt the only one.

Shed place good money she didnt have that these were the guests everyone had been preparing for and whispering about the past few days. Tensions had been tight as a rip cord around here. Crystal didnt know who they were or what their business with Church might be, and she didnt want to know. Ignorancereal or feignedwas a survival skill shed honed early.

Thank God they hadnt seen her. She didnt want any part of whatever they were about.

Crystal was mid-sigh-of-relief when more men pushed through the door. Two of Churchs goons struggled to get a barely consciousand badly injuredman through the opening and into the hall right in front of her. Each of the guys held one of the mans arms over his shoulders, while the mans feet attempted to keep up but mostly couldnt. The poor mans head rolled on his shoulders, revealing bruised, delirious eyes and a busted lip. Dried blood left a trail all down the front of his dingy T-shirt, probably from that lip, or maybe his nose. And she really didnt want to know what the bundle of bloody gauze around his hand hid.

Goon Number One looked her way and did a double take when he noticed her standing there. Bring some food. Room at the bottom of the stairs. Without another word, they dragged the guy down the steps into the basement, cursing and complaining and puffing as they went.

What the hell had the injured man gotten himself into? Because people only ended up in one of the basement rooms when they were being held against their will. She would know.

It was better all the way around to remain ignorant of the goings-on downstairs. Crystal hated herself a little for thinking that way, but it wasnt like she could do anything about it.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Crystal took off down the hall. Part of not being noticed around here was doing your job, doing it right, and doing it fast. It was a small price to pay for being left alone. Her rush toward the kitchen was why she didnt notice that a man had stepped through the curtained doorway that led into the main part of the club. She walked right into him, her body feeling the hard muscle of his chest at the same time her nose registered his scentsomething crisp and clean, like hed recently showered.

Whoa, the man said, catching her in his arms.

Oh, crap. I cant believe I just did that. Guys around here never tolerated anything that might embarrass or annoy them, and they always enjoyed the opportunity to put someone in their place. The apology scrambled from her mouth. Oh, my God, sir. Im so sorry, she rushed out. Crystal shook her head, stepped back, and dropped her gaze until all she could see was the ridiculously sheer pink lingerie and heels she wore. Her uniform for working the private party rooms. Please. Im sorry.

No harm done, darlin. His voice was full of Southern charm, sweet and warm as fresh molasses. The smile in his tone drew her gaze up over the muscles his shirt did nothing to hide and, sure enough, he was smiling. And holy wow, this guy had a pretty-but-tough thing going on that was really freaking hot. His jaw and cheekbones were all hard angles, but his lips were full and playful, and his unusual gray eyes crinkled at the corners, like he mightve been amused. Say, he said. Were company, and we got turned around when we went out to the bar. Any chance you know which way everyone went?

Crystal forced her gaze away from his mouth and tilted her head back to meet those eyes. Maybe some of Big Als visitors had come in through the front, too? But this guy just said theyd gone out to the bar, not come in through it . . . She looked over her pretty boys shoulder into the eyes of two other men. An impatient intensity blazed out of both of their expressions, giving her the same authoritative vibe shed gotten off of Als guests a few minutes before. The guy in front of her arched a brow, more of that humor sliding into his eyes.

Her brain finally communicated with her mouth. Uh. She glanced down the hall. Well, some went to the private party room down that way, and some went downstairs with, um, the sick guy. Im supposed to be getting him some food, she said, nearly breathless from the mans heat and his closeness and the niggling feeling in the back of her mind that something wasnt right about these men. But who was she to question?

Pretty Boy grinned. And, oh, boy, a playful sexiness just rolled off him until she was fighting the urge to squirm. Bruno would kill herand probably this guy, tooif he saw how close they stood to one another. Her gaze flicked to the security camera above the curtained entrance, but it appeared they were just outside of its range. Thank God for small favors.

Thats where were headed, too. Got a message to deliver. He winked and nodded his head to the side. Just downstairs?

Heart racing, Crystal swallowed and nodded. On the left.

You were very helpful . . . His brows rose expectantly, and he gave her a crooked grin that tempted her to smile in return.

Bewildered, she stared at him, just soaked in all that easy charm and raw masculinity. And then she realized he was waiting for her to . . .