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“Get your rocks off, then let’s go.” He sipped the drink and winced at the strength. Never again would he bash Brewer’s cocktails.
“We’re not here for me.” Rubble lifted his arm and snapped his fingers. Moments later, two dolls rushed over, eager to please the big man. “Nah, girls, not you. I need the really tall one.”
The dolls exchanged a look, then shrugged. Kevlar held his breath when they left, and Kita returned in their place.
“Somebody call for a lap dance?” she asked cheerily, face covered in makeup. It hid her natural beauty more than accentuated it, and Kevlar clamped his lips shut to keep silent.
“Yeah, my buddy here needs one bad.”
Kita’s neck turned and her amber eyes met his face. Panic initially lined her features, but she quickly hid it under a smile. “No problem.”
The country music in the background hushed any response Kevlar could conjure. He shot a warning glare to Rubble, but the other man didn’t stop ogling Kita. He didn’t blame him. The way Kita’s shirt clung to her chest, revealing perfect swells of her breasts, was hypnotic. As much as he wanted to enjoy the sway of her hips, his body refused.
“Look, you don’t have to.”
She whipped her hair from side to side seductively, leaning close to his face. “And you don’t have to be here. I like what I do, Tucker.”
“It’s Kevlar.” He ground his teeth together at the roll of her beautiful eyes. She was messing with him on purpose, and he fell for the trap.
“Me too, darlin’,” Rubble said, tugging on her wrist.
Before Kevlar could react, Kita moved to the man next to him and started her routine all over. A group of Cutthroats caught his attention behind her. Each one eagerly watching Kita’s dance, their eyes alight with lust. He swallowed hard, doing his damnedest not to let it bother him. But it did. He didn’t like the idea of Kita lowering herself to the likes of the Cutthroats MC.She’s so much better than this.
“Brother, you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself,” Rubble said, his voice rumbling with humor.
Looking over, he noticed Rubble’s big hands on Kita’s hips, and his stomach lurched. “Get your fucking hands off her.”
Rubble lifted his brows but did as Kevlar said. Chuckling, he tucked a fifty-dollar bill in Kita’s skirt and swatted her ass.
“You need to stop,” Kita said under her voice, face strained. “I can handle this.”
He gave Rubble a perplexed glance. “Handle what? You’re a club whore, Kita.” She narrowed her gaze, and he immediately saw his mistake. No way in hell was she a doll.
“Fuck you, Tucker,” she all but growled before spinning on her heels and walking away.
He should’ve hated to watch her leave, but he didn’t. Her plump ass sashaying in the other direction and fiery response only cemented his longing for her.
“Be careful, Kevlar. She’s a loaded one.” Rubble finished off his drink and stood. “Let’s go. I have a craving for a redheaded nymph tonight.”
Following him, Kevlar searched the bar for Kita but came up empty. She purposefully kept her distance. It didn’t sit right with him. Then again, not being able to touch her didn’t either.
Chapter Eight
Nikita
“All you gotta do is bringthem back and let ’em touch you a little.”
Nikita’s eyes remained fixed on Juliet. The woman looked ragged after a busy night. The bags under her eyes and caked-on makeup concealed the truth behind how the Cutthroats treated their dolls. It made her gut ache at the mere thought.
“If they get handsy, slip ’em a pill.” Juliet nodded toward the ones the FBI supplied both their undercover agents. “Those things will fuck with their brains but not so much they suspect you did anything other than give them a good time.”
She looked to Mandi, who seemed enraptured by the entire conversation. Nikita couldn’t join in. There were too many risks, and the chance that one of the bikers got forceful kept humming in the back of her mind. She and Mandi were well-versed in self-defense, but even professionals made mistakes that were life-altering.
“We’re hosting a masked event in honor of our guests,” Juliet continued, handing them both masks.
“What guests?” Mandi asked.
Juliet ignored her. “These should keep your identities safe in case something goes wrong.” She chuckled. “Hell, you could probably wear them every night to keep the men interested.”
