Chapter 62

“And he’s got the press with him.” Luc cursed. “What the hell does he want?”

“Besides to shut down your wife’s club?” Jack stated the obvious.

“Attention,” Hunter drawled. “Pricks like him crawl on others’ backs with their ‘look at me, look at me’ mentality. He’s a boy in a man’s body who wants to be God when he grows up.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, the morality police. Fucker.”

As soon as the car stopped, Luc jumped out. He’d have gone around back to avoid Primpton, but he didn’t have a key to the back door. Alyssa had given him one to the front, in case of emergencies. This qualified.

As he approached the club, Primpton blocked this path, his curly gray hair frizzing in the humid afternoon. His jowls shook as he stepped in front of Luc and wagged a finger in his face.

“Stop! Think about your immortal soul before you enter this place where the devil is at work. Where sin is king.”

Luc had to clench his teeth and restrain himself to keep from pound