TWO
JAMIE
DVBBS blew through the sound system. I bobbed and weaved through the crowd to the private booth where the team hung out.
This place was the shit—cold drinks, hot tunes, and gorgeous women.
When Hubble mentioned The Lucky Rabbit for “New Guy Initiation Night,” I figured we’d land in an Irish bar and get shit-faced on good whiskey.
I literally joined Reynolds Protection Services yesterday, and after eight hours of paperwork today, I was more than ready to let off a little steam.
Holy shit! I wasn’t even close to my assumption.
The Lucy Rabbit was a sex club, one of six partially owned by my boss.
This fairy tale themed club hosted the darkest, most deviant activities and guests, most of whom wore cosplay gear.
Everything from animated characters to movie superheroes.
I never needed to watch porn again. I could just come right here, no pun intended, and watch it live.
As I entered the booth, the hostess whispered something into Cosmos’ ear. Surprise lit up his face in an instant, and I swear I never saw a man so hopeful. “Are you certain?” he asked her.
The girl nodded and handed him some sort of coin.
He flipped it from one side to the other and gripped it hard in his fist. Suddenly, he locked down tighter than a military base on attack alert. “Is she alone?”
Hubble and I exchanged a look. Who was “she”?
The clerk leaned forward to whisper something to him again, and then he stood. “Chaos,” he barked, using my nickname from the Marines. “Come with me.”
He moved so fast, I jogged to catch up, and when I finally did, I almost ran into him.
“Abby-girl.”
The young thing he focused on practically trembled to death in her Sally costume. Even in the low lighting, I saw her lashes tremble with tears.
“Christopher.”
They stood staring at each other. He was rock-solid, barely breathing. She shifted back and forth, her hands twisting in front of her.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Chaos, please escort Abby’s companion to the booth. No stops, please, and keep her there until I let you know otherwise.”
Companion? So caught up in the drama of Cosmos and Abby, I hadn’t seen her friend. Now, the woman in question shifted and drew my attention.
Ho-ly hell. Dressed like a sexy Olympian goddess and with the beauty to boot.
“Right, boss.”
“This way, Abby-girl.”
Abby walked forward, and Cosmos grabbed hold of her upper arm. Not hard, but firm, so that he directed her through the crowd. This left me with the goddess.
Unsure who these women were or how I should treat them, I shut down any sort of interest my surprise showed already. I motioned to the goddess. “This way, Ma’am.”