A few customers sat at the scattered tables looking at him with their southern side-eye. They probably didn’t get a lot of men dressed in BDSM leathers out here. Not that he cared at the moment. Since he received a worried text from Tori informing him Nina was in trouble, he’d dropped everything and got here as quickly as possible. In hindsight he probably could have taken a couple of minutes to change into street clothes. “Whoa. Who ordered up the hot slice of man meat at the cafe?” Tori’s friend, Josie, greeted him with a smile he knew all too well. She came into Purgatory a few times with the girls and had taken to submissive play time like a natural. Too bad he was about to take her head off. There was a time and place and this wasn’t it. “Easy, Gabe.” Tori rushed forward and grabbed his arm. He bit back a growl. “Where’s Nina? What happened?” “She’s in her office, but you can’t go back there looking like that. You’ll freak her out.” “She’s seen me dressed like this many times.
