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me?!”
    William glared back at Ivy while gritting his teeth; he couldn’t believe she’d just set him up. 
    “William.” Charles regarded him with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?”
    “She fucking set me up!” 
    The crease in Charles’s forehead deepened as he stepped closer to William so no one overheard their words. “What are you talking about?”
    “Ivy,” he snarled and touched his breast pocket, “stole the wallet and planted it in my pocket.”
    “Why would she do that?”
    “I have no idea. Maybe because I was teasing her and she thinks this is funny?” William rubbed his jaw, perusing the room as he went over his options in his mind. “I need to get rid of this wallet right now.”
    “How? You need to hurry before everyone starts to pay attention to the victim.” 
    More and more people were gathering around the man who was looking for his stolen item – William needed to act quickly.
    His eyes landed on Jeremy Dechamps. Hurriedly, William approached Jeremy from behind, sweeping by him and slipping the wallet into his back pocket without anyone noticing.
    Then he looked at Charles and nodded toward the door to exit the place, all the while searching for Ivy, who was now conveniently missing in action. She’d fled the scene, leaving William even angrier than he was a couple of minutes before. But apart from anger, there was also another feeling. Perhaps a tiny bit of amusement at her audacity? No, at the moment, rage overruled. 
    Who the hell does this rich bitch think she is? This isn’t over .
    He would retaliate when she least expected it. Ivy Ravensdale had just messed with the wrong person. She had no idea about the darkness and hate that resided in William. This was why William loathed society, especially the wealthy – because they just did what they wanted and toyed with people’s lives, forcing him to participate in their silly games in order to protect himself.

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    “Let’s call it Sins ,” Charles suggested to William as they stepped out of the full gaming club, going toward the car.
    It was days after the Dunns’ party, and William had been persistently thinking about a certain lady with a mixture of rage and an undecipherable feeling he didn’t want to consider.
    The day after the party, William had heard that Jeremy was caught leaving the premises with the wallet and that there was a fight between Jeremy and the gentleman who was robbed. However, no police were involved. Law enforcement had no command of the upper class – the upper class held all the power. These aristocrats were judge, jury, and executioner, preferring to take matters into their own hands. And William was becoming part of that supremacy; he understood now how easy it was to have influence over everyone when you had money.
    William was glad he wasn’t blamed for the theft, and as much as he wanted to find out more about Ivy Ravensdale, the past few days had been about William instructing and training the women and men for the new sex club. He’d also hired a manager for the club – a muscular, long-haired twenty-six year old Italian named Silk DeMarco, who always wore his hair in a bun and had a long scruffy beard. He’d taken over the training on days when William had other priorities, such as a fight. Training involved educating the women and men about seduction and the various forms of sexual pleasure they were required to master, not actually having sex with them. No, they were being trained by William and Silk, and the employees practiced on each other.
    The training had, however, managed to enhance William’s sexual drive. But he didn’t want to get involved with any employee – this was also one of Charles’s strict rules – and he had been living as a monk because of his busy schedule anyway.
    Today was the day before the opening of the new club, and they didn’t have any liquor yet, which meant they were now going to use force to get their way.
    “I like that name,”