CHAPTER SIX
Theo
I swirl the ice in my drink as I stare down at the crowd looking at my prospects for the night. Mostly I’m looking for Cassie so I can toss her out on her bony ass the minute she decides to show her face in my club.
Bitch must have a screw loose if she thinks I’d ever stick my dick in her again.
“You take of your little problem?” Shaw questions as he moves in to stand at my right.
“I’ve got it under control.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I didn’t ask your opinion. Any movement on the Westside?”
“Word on the street is that Boomer thinks it came from someone in his camp. Mitch had been fucking around with the wife of one of his soldiers. I have no doubt he’s torturing the poor bastard and the wife or burning their bodies.”
A normal person might feel guilty, but it’s the name of the game. It’s a risk we all take. Death comes for us all, eventually. One way or another, we’re all going to die.
I know Boomer is behind my father’s death, I just can’t prove it. When the time is right, I’ll take him out. I’ll turn his family inside out.
“Good.”
“You sure you’re cool?”
“Are you my friend or my therapist?”
He snorts.
“Don’t answer that.” I down my drink and debate calling it a night. There’s no sign of Cassie and there’s no one here I want to fuck.
“Look. There’s that chick that Puck’s been fucking.”
I glance to where he’s pointing, but it isn’t the blonde I’m interested in.
“How does that fuck stick land her?”
“It’s because he’s an asshole.” I grin. “Where is that sorry bastard, anyway?” I might actually be making some money off the drinks without him giving too many freebies out. But I encourage him to do so. On paper, we need the volume of liquor on paper to match what we claim.
“He should have been here at seven.”
“Find him. There’s something I need to do.” I watch my sweetheart as she takes a shot.
She looks different tonight, but I know it’s her. She’s curled her hair and is wearing a pair of jeans that hug her thick hips and a low-cut top exposing her cleavage.
I keep my eyes on her as I go down to the main floor, leaving Shaw in the VIP section.
What is she doing here?
Is it a coincidence?
I follow her to the bathroom and accost her.
“Who’s stalking whom?” I ask her as I take her to my private office.
She glances back over her shoulder. Uncertainty lines her face. “I didn’t know you’d be here. How would I know that?”
“Maybe your little cop boyfriend sent you here.”
She shakes her head as I reach around her to open the door. “My ex-boyfriend.”
I close the door behind me, and she stands in the center of the small room and takes in the room.
There’s not much kept here. A black leather couch that folds out into a bed.
A desk with my laptop, with all the club’s accounting on it.
The club is a front to wash money through.
It turns a decent profit, but a true audit would reveal we do about 10 grand less on a booming night than what is reported.
This club is one of many properties I inherited from my old man. We own apartments. Commercial storefronts. We’ve got our hands in many pies. My mother’s beauty shop. Her clothing store. I even own a tattoo parlor.
We employ, house, and feed many mouths.
I sit on the edge of my desk and shove my hands in my pockets. “What are you doing here, Ruby?”
“I don’t follow.”
“Don’t play stupid. What is that you want?”
“I’m not going to tell anyone.”
“Tell anyone what?”
“Do you want me to say it? You’re the one who showed up at my work and followed me afterwards.”
“And now you’re here in a club I own after I saw you meeting with a cop. Not once but twice, and I find out he’s your boyfriend.”
“Ex,” she reminds me.
“What do you want?”
“I came here with my supposed best friend for some drinks because I’ve had a hell of past twenty-four hours and then I find out not only did she invite this cunt I can’t stand but she knows Kelsey fucked Alex when we were together and didn’t think that was important information to share.”
“You should get better friends. A better man.”
She laughs. “Ha. Because there are so many of them.” She waves a hand in my direction, then folds her arms across her chest.
“Which one was it?”
I walk over to the tinted window that overlooks the club. “Point her out.”
She steps up next to me. “Why?”
“I don’t like cunts in my club.”
Her pocket hums with the vibration of her cell phone. “My friends are looking for me.”
“Like I said, you should get new friends.”
She rolls her eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“I asked you first. What is that you want?”
“In exchange for…” press my finger to her lips.
“Are you wearing a wire?”
“Little late to be asking me that, don’t you think?”
I shrug. “Lift up your shirt.”
“What?”
“You heard me. If you’re telling the truth, lift up your shirt and unbutton your pants.”
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“I don’t have to bargain for pussy, sweetheart. If I want to fuck someone, all I have to do is make a call.”
She snaps her fingers. “Just like that.”
I lick my bottom lip.
Her phone buzzes again.
“I need to tell them something.”
“The blonde one. That’s your best friend?”
“Brookie. Yeah. Why?”
“She’s a slut.”
“So are lots of people.”
“She’s here all the time. Desperate for attention. I see the other two here all the time. But never you. So what did you come here for?”
“I told you. I’m not like following you or something.”
“Prove it. Lift up your shirt and unbutton your jeans.”
“This is ridiculous. I’m not wearing a wire. I’m not going to the police. I didn’t tell Alex anything about you or what I saw.”
“I want to believe you. I do.”
Her cell phone goes off once more, and I grab it. “Ruby can’t come to the phone right now she’s getting railed in the bathroom.”
“Who is this?” Her piss-poor excuse of a friend shrieks, and I end the call.
“Why did you say that?”
“What’s it matter? Those really aren’t your friends. Now stop stalling.”
Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me with those wide eyes of hers. As I glower at her, I want nothing more right now than to push her onto her knees and shove my cock down her throat and see those wide eyes of hers filled to the brim with tears as I fuck that pretty little mouth of hers.
Her phone goes off once more. “I told you. Ruby’s busy gagging on my cock.”
“Who the fuck is this?” A male voice growls.
I smirk as she grabs at my arm trying to get her cell phone.
“Her man.” I grin bigger as she makes a sour face. I hang up on the stupid fucker.
“Are you crazy?”
I cock my head to the side and look at her like are you really asking me that?
“Who was that?”
“Your cop boyfriend.”
“We aren’t together.”
“I know. I just like seeing how pink your chest gets when I say it.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Strip.”
Her face reddens, and she lets out an irritated huff of breath. “I’m not getting naked.”
“Do I look like I’m asking? You’re really working my patience.”
“I’m leaving.”
“You can try.” I nod toward the keypad next to the door.
“This isn’t funny. This is kidnapping.”
I laugh. “Call it whatever you want. You showed up at my club after I came into the shelter you work at. Who looks like the crazy one?”
“Officer, thank you for coming. She won’t stop harassing me.”
She shoves at my chest. “Fuck you.”
“I mean, I’m game if you are.” I grin and she scowls at me.
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart. It really does it for me.”
“Fine. If I prove I’m not wearing a wire, can I leave?”
“We’ll see.”
She chews on her bottom lip, giving a tug with her teeth.
“Need some help?”
“No.” She shakes her head and lifts her shirt up and undoes her jeans.
Fuck me, she’s got a hot body. Her belly isn’t flat, but it’s not fat. Her tits look even better than I imagined. Ruby has curves in all the right places. A true hourglass figure. She has no clue how sexy and tempting she is.
Fuck me, the things I’d do to her.
“May I?”
“Suit yourself.” She scrunches up her nose as I run a hand over her back and down her chest. “Satisfied?” the word comes out breathless yet sultry.
“Not quite.” I yank her jeans to her ankles and run my hands up her thighs. I smirk at the dainty pink bow on the front of her white cotton panties. I want to rip it off with my teeth.
I step away before I make good on the fantasy playing in my mind. Images of shoving her down on my desk and taking her from behind flash through my head.
I clear my throat. “Fix your clothes. We have an arrangement to discuss.”
I can’t tell if it’s irritation or disappointment flickering behind her eyes when I don’t do any of the filthy things running through my mind.