Chapter 6
Miles
The choked moans from the woman on the stage filled the voyeur room. Her tits jiggled violently from how hard the guy behind her was pounding her ass while she did her best to swallow the cock shoved in her mouth.
Both men held the woman in place with firm grips on her hips and her hair, refusing to let her move an inch as they chased their orgasms, spurred on by the people around them watching on.
In times gone by, I would have loved every second of watching, and it wouldn’t have been long until I was joining in, getting off on knowing that I was being watched.
But times were different.
I knocked back my glass of vodka, wincing as the alcohol burned the back of my throat. I’d never been much of a drinker; alcohol didn’t make my brain switch off the way I needed it to. Weed did, but all kinds of drugs were prohibited from Exotique, so I was making do with vodka.
“Mr. Wolfe, can I get you another drink?” a waitress purred in my ear, bending over and flashing her ample cleavage. Even in the dim lighting, I could make out her pert nipples straining against the thin material.
She was an attractive woman, just my type. Big doe eyes, plump pink lips that would look incredible wrapped around my length as I fucked her mouth, but even the image of shoving my cock down her throat until she couldn’t breathe didn’t stir anything in me.
It seemed only one woman got me hard lately, and she was the one woman I wouldn’t allow myself to have.
“Vodka,” I grumbled, holding out my glass and refusing to meet her gaze, instead keeping my eyes firmly on the sex show that was coming to an end as all three participants neared their climaxes.
The waitress refilled my glass, hurrying away as I grabbed my drink and knocked back the vodka, once again wincing as the liquid scorched my throat.
Ignoring the slaps of flesh against flesh and grunts and groans from the trio on stage, I pulled my phone out and loaded up the report I’d downloaded earlier, not giving a fuck that I was invading Sofia’s privacy.
I’d already read the report detailing her recent browsing history, but I couldn’t help but go over it again, reminding myself of all the internet searches she’d conducted earlier.
‘How to seduce a man.’
‘Does it hurt to lose your virginity?’
‘Will I bleed when I have sex for the first time?’
‘Can I fake losing my virginity?’
I gritted my teeth as unwanted images flashed in my head. Me fucking Sofia, my pierced cock coated in her virgin blood as I tore her apart. Her screaming my name as I made her come so fucking hard that the world knew she belonged to me.
I shook my head. Sofia would never belong to me.
“I thought I’d find you here,” a deep, familiar voice rumbled, before a larger-than-life figure took the chair next to me.
I put my phone away and looked over at Kai.
I’d seen him briefly earlier when he returned home with Riley from their honeymoon, but I’d left soon after, keen to get the Jailbait out from under my roof.
Even though I’d spoken to him several times while he’d been away, it was good to see him in the flesh.
There’d been times when I thought I was going to lose him like I’d lost everyone else in my life.
“Does Riley know you’re here?”
“Who do you think sent me to look for you?” he said, raising his hand to wave down a waitress. “Just don’t tell her I found you in a fucking sex club, she’ll have my balls if she thinks I was watching some whore getting her rocks off.”
I snorted. He wasn’t wrong. Riley was as possessive of Kai as Kai was of her, but they’d gone to hell and back to get to where they were now. I never thought I’d see the day my ruthless cousin was pussy-whipped, but life had a mysterious way of working.
“Blowing off some steam before you tie the knot?” Kai asked as the same waitress poured his drink, not fluttering her lashes at him the way she’d done with me.
Every woman in Hollows Bay knew Kai was a taken man, regardless of the wedding band he sported on his ring finger.
He gave me a knowing look as he gulped his whiskey. Kai rarely came to Exotique; it wasn’t his scene even before he met Riley, but if he had been a frequent visitor, he would have known that I hadn’t participated in any acts since Theo’s death a year ago.
Survivor’s guilt sucked. Not only did it make me have nightmares where Theo constantly blamed me for not being there to stop his murder, but it also affected my sex life.
If I hadn’t been so wrapped up in my own little world, getting off on people watching me fuck random women until the sun came up, instead of going with my cousin to meet the Chief of Police, he might still be alive.
So no, in the last year I hadn’t been on stage, and I hadn’t so much as had a twitch in my cock until a few months ago when a certain blue-eyed woman reappeared in my life.
“Something like that,” I muttered in reply.
“What’s going on with you, Miles? You’ve been a miserable cunt for the last few months, and to tell you the truth, I’m getting fucking sick of it.”
I glanced at him, finding him watching me with darkened eyes. I knew better than to piss Kai off; he had a short temper. But I also knew my cousin wouldn’t hurt me. He needed me too much.
“Nothing. Like you said, I’m just blowing off steam.”
He narrowed his eyes on me, but after a few seconds, he chose to change the subject. “Ernie told me what happened at the bar with Sofia. Do we have a problem we need to deal with?”
“I’m looking into it. Powell was surprisingly quiet under interrogation.”
Despite my attempts to get Adrian to talk, he took his secrets to the grave with him. It didn’t matter; I had other ways to find out the information I needed, it would just take me a little longer.
After taking Sofia home, I’d spent the rest of the day locked away in my office trying to dig into Powell’s background, but the cunt had gone off grid in the days after we massacred half of The Stags.
I would have progressed further if my concentration hadn’t kept waning to images of the hurt written on Sofia’s face as Rafe led her away.
“What do you know so far?” Kai grumbled, knocking back a mouthful of his drink.
“Not a huge amount, he went into hiding when we started slaughtering Stags. The interesting thing is, he wasn’t part of The Stags when we were at war with them.
You know I looked into every fucker who was associated with that gang, and his name never came up,” I told Kai, leaning closer so he could hear me over the moans of two women who were now on stage, eating each other’s pussies.
“The Stag tattoo he had on him looked new as well, I would’ve said he’d only gotten it a few weeks ago. ”
“You think somehow The Stags are regrouping? A new breed of the cunts?”
“That’s one of my theories,” I replied. “Could be Powell was working alone and was trying to save face by being Billy big-bollocks. I do have one other theory that I’m really hoping isn’t the case.”
“Which is?” Kai asked, his brows furrowed.
“Powell somehow knew that the cartel have beef with the Bianchis, and he was working for them.”
Kai’s lips pursed as he thought it over. “Bit of a long shot though,” he eventually said. “That would be one hell of a fucking coincidence.”
“After everything that has happened in the last year, I would say anything is possible,” I replied, downing the last drop of vodka.
“True enough,” Kai replied, following my lead to drink the rest of his whiskey. “I’ll speak with Ernie, make sure we have enough guards in place, and they’re on full alert. I’ll get Ash to do some digging too-”
“You don’t need to ask him,” I snapped, interrupting Kai and earning myself a murderous scowl. He didn’t like to be interrupted. “Ash has just gone back to his own work; he doesn’t need more shit thrown his way.”
Ash Beck was an old friend of Kai’s, and the head of a mercenary organization called Apollo.
He and his men had helped us to deal with the Stags, but he’d gone home a few weeks ago when a contract came in that he couldn’t ignore.
Not only was Ash a lethal motherfucker, but his hacking skills rivaled mine.
“And you’ve got a wedding to prepare for,” Kai barked, using his non-negotiable tone.
I sighed. There was zero point in arguing with him; we’d only end up arguing, and I had enough on my plate as it was. “Fine.”
The two of us sat in a tense silence, my gaze fixed on the stage, but not really watching the two women now playing with double-ended dildos.
The sooner this sham of a marriage was over, the sooner I could get back to my life.
Only, I wouldn’t ever get back to my life.
Not when there would be no way to ignore the jailbait.