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I finish my beer and glance at my phone, seeing the time.
I’m meeting Python in twenty minutes, so I toss my glass bottle in the recycling bin and head up the stairs.
My bike is parked with everyone else’s, along one side of their building with an awning that protects it from the elements.
I dig my keys out of my pocket and get on my bike, slide on my helmet, and start her up.
She revs to life, purring like a kitten beneath me.
I don’t waste any time as I ride over to Hidden Treasures. Traffic isn’t too bad, so I make it over there in no time.
I park my bike around the side of the building and make my way inside.
The second I open the door, the intense beat of the bass reverberates through my body.
I make it into the main area where the stage is and glance over to the left.
The same bartender I saw the first time I came in is here. “Hey, handsome. Great to see you back. Wanna grab a drink up here, or do you want Destinee to come around like last time?”
Ah, that must be the Latina stripper’s name.
“Destinee can come take my order again. I’m meeting a friend.” I state.
The bartender cocks a brow, “Bearded biker? He’s over on the left side of the stage.”
My eyes search the area and sure as shit, Python’s here. “Cool, thanks.”
“No problem, sugar,” she comments as I weave through the packed strip club.
My stomach twists as I make my way over to him.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen him and there’s so much riding on this meeting tonight.
"Python," I greet, clapping him on the back. "Good to see you, brother."
Python turns to me, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Razor," he comments, his voice low and gravelly. "Good to see you too. It’s been a long time."
I take a seat next to him, raising my hand to signal I’m ready for Destinee to come over and take my order.
Turning to Python, my tone grows serious. "I'm glad you showed up. I thought you might back out.”
Python chuckles and a shit-eating grin tugs at his lips. “You asked me to meet you at a strip club. There’s no way in fuckin’ hell I’d back out.”
Destinee spots me and comes sashaying over, wearing a black lacy number that’s completely see-through.
She’s not wearing pasties and Python’s eyes are glued to her nipples.
A cheery smile tugs at her lips, “Evening boys, what can I get ya?”
“Beer for me,” I state.
Python smirks, “Whiskey on the rocks, baby girl.”
Destinee puts her hand on her hip and bats her eyelashes. “You got it. I’ll be back in a bit.”
As she turns, Python plants his eyes on her ass. “Don’t stay away for too long, sweetheart.”
