The Six: Complete Series by E.C. Richard Read Free Book Online

something from his pocket and propped it against the side of his seat. It only took Simon a second to realize it was a gun. “Go, or I will kill you right here.”
    Simon slipped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Brianna was there, yards in front of him. As he walked around the front, he heard the fluttering snaps of the paparazzi's cameras. “Eh, move it,” they said.
    He squeezed through a tightly packed group of girls in line to get to the other side of the building. There was a door propped open by a cinder block. They were watching him, wherever they were. He did what he was told and forced himself through the small opening.
     
    The entire club was packed. There were sweaty dress shirts and polyester tube tops in every corner. The moment he walked in, a drunken college kid with a glass full of beer slammed into him. Not two seconds later a girl grinding with another frat guy bumped into him. It sent him falling against a table filled with empty beer bottles.
    He pushed through each dancer and drinker to get to the front door. The moment she got inside there would a hoard of guys trying to buy her drinks. If he wasn’t the first one she saw, the night could be lost. It wouldn’t take long until he was dead on the dance floor.
    People knew that she was coming inside. They waited at the door with their phones out, ready to snap a photo of the governor’s daughter with a drink in her hand.
    He crossed in front of two glowing iPhones and snagged a full drink off the table behind the distracted amateur paparazzi.
    There was a small space between the dance floor and the door that had been left unguarded. It would be her only route from the entrance to the bar. He planted himself right in her path.
    Brianna walked in with her head held high. She was tall, almost six feet in heels. Not once did she blink as the camera phones snapped photos of her. She didn’t smile or feign to look their way.
    “Excuse me,” she said as she passed by Simon.
    Three guys at the bar, all dressed in overpriced suits and with their hair slicked back, turned around to watch her walk by. One jumped off his stool with a full drink in hand and gave his buddies a knowing glance. Brianna was already heading towards the dance floor, and her new friend was hot on her tail.
    Simon hadn’t so much as moved from his spot at the tail end of the bar since she had walked inside. He knew they were watching him. There had to be spies in the club that made sure he didn’t try to escape. They must be waiting, with their finger on the button, and ready to kill him once he failed.
    The man caught up with her at the edge of the dance floor. Simon could only see bits of their interaction over the sea of people moving all around him. The man moved in close, and his hand grazed her arm. She smiled and took the drink. He moved in closer and his hand disappeared down her back.
    “Shit,” Simon muttered. He had to get to her before this man got any further. The dance floor and every other inch of the club was filled with people drunk on their fourth margarita. They weren’t cognizant of how much space they were taking up with their flailing dance moves. He dodged dancers with animated arms, and tables filled with mountains of empty glasses to get back to her.
    Simon got trapped somewhere between a pack of sorority girls and Brianna. The man had his hand wrapped around her waist. She smiled at him and let her fingers walk down his chest.
    Simon inched closer to them. “Please,” he pleaded to one of the girls, “let me through.” He couldn’t hold back the terror in his voice. When the girls didn’t relent, he pushed through them. They yelped as he squeezed in through a small opening in their circle and knocked one their purses to the ground.
    Brianna and her new friend were in the corner. His hand was down her back and resting inches above the hem of her dress. It crept lower and lower. Simon pushed through an oblivious couple who were making