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“Mr. Dean.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “You’re Mr. Dean.”
His hand fell to his side. “I might not look like much, but never underestimate a supposed underdog, Mr. Ryddle.”
“Call me Max.”
He nodded. “Very well. I’m due at my meeting in fifteen minutes. You and your men can ride behind me, but I want two of you at my side when I go in for this meeting. I assume you and your men are hot?”
I blinked. “Yeah.”
“Good. See to it that it’s always that way.”
“Not a problem.”
He walked off to the limo sitting down the block, and it made me wonder why the hell he wanted to walk to his limo. All of this smelled off. But I tried not to let it get to me too much. I twirled my finger in the air to round up the guys, and one by one we fell in behind the limo. We still hadn’t been informed of this club destination. For all we knew, we’d be riding for the next fucking hour to this damn place.
But we surrounded the limo as best as we could to protect this man from any roadside onslaught.
Earpieces. We’re going to need earpieces for this job.
The second we pulled up to the club, I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. This place wasn’t a damn club. It was a seedy, sleazy, underground brothel-slash-casino ring. I knew all about it. Mostly because my father entertained a great deal of his personal guests beneath the crumbling walls of this dilapidated building. I shook my head as the guys all pulled up behind me. Our bikes surrounded the limo as Mr. Dean got out. He looked at me and crooked a finger, beckoning me to come with him. I looked toward Rupert and nodded my head, signaling that he needed to come with me.
After slinging my leg over my bike to get off, I held up the number ‘two’ in the air with my fingers. My men knew exactly what that meant after working together for so long. They got to work. All of our standard protocols had numbers assigned to them. Two was ‘search and check.’ My men were to case the outside of the building and cover all the exits with their guns ready to be drawn at a moment’s notice.
“The hell’s going on?” Rupert murmured.
I sighed. “No fucking clue.”
Mr. Dean walked up to us. “Come with me, you two. We’re going downstairs and into an office. You don’t have to come inside the office, but I do want you standing on either side of the door until the meeting has concluded. Understood?”
I nodded. “Understood.”
“Wonderful. Come with me.”
The string bean with eyes turned on his heels and I looked over at Rupert. Even he had his eyebrows up as we walked behind this man. None of this was panning out the way we figured it would. And it had both of us on alert. We walked inside the club and cleared corners, making sure Mr. Dean was safe in this disgusting place. Then we followed him down a back staircase that led directly to a stark white door.
“You two wait here. I’ll be out as soon as I can.”
I nodded. “Understood.”
Rupert and I took up our assigned places as Mr. Dean greeted, with great fervor, the person on the other side of the door. I didn’t care to take a look. Or even try to eavesdrop. I didn’t know what the hell this shit was about, and I didn’t care to. It had nothing to do with me, so it wasn’t my business.
“I hate this place,” Rupert murmured.
“Shh.”
“Seriously. It gives me the creeps.”
I peeked at him. “Shut up.”
He sighed. “It doesn’t give you the--?”
The door swung open. “All right, gentlemen. With me.”
I furrowed my brow as Mr. Dean came charging out of the room. The man hadn’t been in there more than ten minutes.
Meeting must’ve gone bad.
