Page 78 of Lucian

It wasn’t hard to get information when a price was on the streets. Money talked. Seems after the club went stupid on one of Antony’s apartment buildings the night before, they decided to celebrate back at their favorite haunt Legs and Leather. According to one source, they were partying before they burned down the building and it continued long after, too. Given the couches and shoddy loungers in the backrooms of the strip club, Lucian seriously doubted many club members left.

Not if there was free alcohol, drugs, and an abundance of holes willing to be filled.

Disgusting men were disgustingly predictable.

Apparently private parties like that were common for them.

“Let’s just hope he’s there,” Dante said quietly, drawing Lucian from his thoughts.

“And if he’s not?”

“Then this will really piss him off.”

“Worth it,” Gio added, looking like he was starting to get antsy to move. “Can we go?”

“Yeah,” Lucian said with a sharp nod. “Let’s go.”

All three brothers pulled up the hoods of their sweaters to keep their faces shielded from any possible security cameras on the outside of buildings. Dante didn’t even bother to take the keys out of the car or turn off the engine. From the moment one gunshot was heard, they had limited time to get out of the area, even if the people around here were more likely to wait until it was over before they called the cops.

Frankly, they weren’t worried about police coming back on them, because The Sons of Hell weren’t as entirely stupid as they seemed. No one wanted the cops in their business. When the officials did show up, it was likely anyone left alive would say they couldn’t identify the attackers and say it was a robbery.

Easy in, and easy out.

This kind of business was better conducted on the streets than in a courtroom.

Legs and Leather was only a half a block away from where they’d parked. As Gio slipped into an alley, Lucian and Dante took the front street with guns hidden in the backs of their pants and heads down.

The front of the strip club confirmed what Lucian’s earlier thoughts. A couple of rows of motorcycles filled the parking lot. Most of the outside lights showcasing the business hadn’t even been turned off to signal the place was closed.

The steel door wasn’t even locked.

How easy and stupid was that?

Lucian shook his head as he pushed it open. “Cafones.”

The overwhelming smell of sex, stale alcohol, and smoke smashed Lucian straight in the face. His stomach rolled. The one thing on his mind was Jordyn. She would have seen things like this before, though she had her protection from it for a long time. Knowing Will’s plans for her before Lucian took her from him, he also knew this was one party she wouldn’t have escaped.

It was revolting.

Lucian hated these people.

The short hallway led straight into the lion’s den. Men were passed out on the floor, tables, and sprawled over chairs. Empty bottles and glasses littered every surface. The females wearing little, if anything at all, were in much the same predicament as the men. A few were just beginning to stir, while others seemed totally out of it, and a couple at back tables were talking quietly, though they hadn’t noticed the brother’s entrance.

Lucian did a quick count of what he could see. Maybe thirty men, and possibly seven girls.

It was dirty.

Lucian felt filthy just from being inside.

He needed to get everyone’s attention and quick.

A row of gambling slot machines were to his left. He pulled out one of his Eagles from the back of his pants and put a round in each one, creating a volcano of noise from every machine as it sputtered for life, not to mention the sound of gunfire that echoed in the space.

“Wake it up!” Dante shouted. “Up, fuckers! Rise and shine, we’ve got business to do!”

That did the trick. People jumped, jerking awake and scattering like cockroaches to wherever they assumed safety was. Safety was nowhere. Some grabbed for weapons that probably should have been where they reached, but weren’t because they were too screwed up to remember where they’d placed them.

A bull of a man came running at Lucian as if to tackle him. Ironically enough, it was the same bouncer Lucian had caught attacking Jordyn in the back alley.