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“No trouble from me.” Finn shrugs, then doesn’t even give the security guy a chance to consider letting him in. He shoulder barges him out of the way and strides through the door, with me trailing behind him and apologizing on his behalf.
“Fucking bald-headed prick,” Finn spits out as soon as we step inside. Then he marches toward the bar. “Darlin, two beers”—his eyes dart around the room—“in a bottle.” The busty fake blonde smiles in his direction.
He’s oblivious to her fluttering eyelashes and the way she adjusts her top to expose more of her cleavage. Her heavily painted eyes scan my body, and I glare back at her, then her painted red lips turn up into a calculating smile.
“Eleven o’clock,” Finn grunts, then throws a twenty at the blonde. She huffs when it falls to the floor, which I’m pretty sure he did on purpose after he winks at me with a smirk.
We grab our beers and turn to take in the room.
My focus is instantly on the person at eleven o’clock. Luca Varros is drinking liquor with what I can only assume is another Varros family member the security guy at the door mentioned. I glance away just as quickly, taking a swig of my beer, then I scan the room for Viggo’s men.
They stand out like a sore thumb, their strong Russian features giving them away. There’s two at the door to our left; the door that Oscar informed us leads to the office. Then there’s two at the entrance at the back and a handful scattered around the dancing strippers, paying more attention to them than what’s happening in the room, such as one of their arch-nemeses who is now out of his seat heading toward the two at the back door.
That’s our cue to make a move, and I take the opportunity to land my fist to Finn O’Connell’s smug face, and the fact he called me out before coming in, makes it all the more satisfyingwhen his startled gaze meets mine and he spits the blood from his mouth.
The deal was we would create a diversion, we just never had the chance to discuss what that might be.
The two brutes from the door on our left stampede toward us, and I hold my hands up, letting them know I’m done with the fight that barely even started. Finn has other ideas, and his crazy ass flies through the air, shocking the hell out of me when he football tackles me to the ground, sending the chairs behind me flying at the force.
I hit the floor with a whoosh. “Motherfucker.” I grunt when he lands a fist to my stomach.
Someone drags him off me, but I’m not naïve enough to think he allowed it to happen.
“Enough. Sven said to watch you, O’Connell. You fucked up.” The tallest one taunts while holding Finn in a headlock, in which he allows. “Bring that piece of shit with him.” He gestures toward me, and I growl in response to the other guy manhandling me to my feet.
We both make a show of fighting against them while they pull us toward the doors, and my eyes lock with Luca’s, and he nods subtly as they steer us down the corridor toward the manager’s office.
The one holding onto Finn swings open the office door, revealing a guy being sucked off in his chair. He kicks the woman to the side and quickly fumbles to pull up his zipper.
“Get the fuck out,” he sneers in her direction, and she all but falls over herself to leave the room.
The moment the door closes, Finn throws the guy over his head. I slam my head back into the prick behind me, then spin him around so I have him in a choke hold while Finn has one boot on the guy’s throat on the floor and a gun in his handtrained on the manager. Just like that, we have control of the room.
The manager holds his hands up. “Look at the screen.” Finn gestures with the gun toward the security screen. I smile when I see that Luca has full control of the room outside. “Varros?” the manager whispers to himself.
“Varros,” Finn confirms.
The manager’s eyes bounce from mine to Finn’s and back again. “What the fuck is happening?”
“Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to tell us what we want to know about Viggo, otherwise every one of those men out there dies, and then you die.” My eyebrows raise because this is all news to me. He talks about killing people as if it’s nothing, while I never realized we would kill so many people. “Oh, and we’re taking the club.” Finn digs into his pocket, pulls a toothpick out, and shoves it in his mouth like he’s chomping on candy.
The guy swallows thickly, as if struggling to form his words. “What do you want to know?”
“A friend of ours went missing today, from outside this club. We want to know where Viggo might have taken him.”
He shakes his head. “Viggo doesn’t tell me shit. He didn’t even step foot in the club today.” He’s confirming what we already know. “He’s been staying low the past week or so. Some shit went down I’m not privy to know.”
The gun Finn is holding wobbles, making the sweat pour off the manager’s head in dread. “We know that shit already,” Finn tells him. “Jace, snap the fucker’s neck.” The guy in my arms fights against me as I brace my feet into position and tighten my hold on him to do just as Finn asks.
“Wait. Wait. He’s my fucking cousin.” The manager squirms and nods in the guy’s direction.
“He called me this afternoon.” He licks his lips. “He didn’t say where he was going or what he was doing though.”
The door to the office opens beside me, and I tug the fucker in my arms back. Tia rushes into the room with Cole right behind her. Her eyes dart from mine to Finn’s in question. “Do you know where he is?”
I give my head a shake.
“Can neither of you follow simple instructions?” Finn snaps.
