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“I’ll call the Boss,” I said, standing up and throwing down a fifty on the table. I flipped open my burner cell. Technically, they were supposed to be used during jobs, but I figured being less traceable here, so close to Mare, would be beneficial.Never know who could be watching or listening, I thought as I eyed the waitress when she came to collect our empty bottles.
“You’re not allowed to use your cells in here.” She kept her eyes down as she glanced over the tabletop and saw the fifty.
Without looking at me, Archer took out another fifty from his wallet and put it on top of the first. “He’s just making a phone call, no pictures, I promise,” he said, pushing the money towards her. “Keep the change.”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded quickly, picking up the money and stuffing it in her bra. “Make sure no one else sees you,” she said quietly before turning and striding off.
“Talk.”
I smirked at the sharp bark in my ear as Ian picked up the phone. “She’s done, heading back to the manager’s off—” My sentence came to an abrupt halt as I watched the man who’d slapped her ass get up and stumble after her a few moments later. “No fucking way.”
“What’s happening?” Ian demanded.
“Some fucking bozo who slapped her ass is following her.” I was out of my seat in less than a split second, not even registering Ian’s response until I was halfway across the room.
“Do not follow,” Ian had snapped. “I’ll handle it.”
“He’s going to corner her—”
“I’ll take care of it,” he said before ending the call. I stared first at the cell screen and then at the door to the offices and changing rooms.
“How is no one fucking noticing?” I hissed under my breath, watching as the man wobbled and struggled to turn the handle. As soon as it was open, he nearly fell through but caught himself on the door frame before disappearing behind it. “They have security at the front; why the hell isn’t there someone guarding where the girls are? This place is a shithole, but Goddamn, how do they even stay in business with this kind of shit?”
When Archer moved to shove past me, even though it physically made me feel like swallowing acid, I put a hand out to stop him. “What the fuck, man?” he growled, shoving me away. “He’s going after her.”
“Boss says he’s got it handled.” And when Ian said he had something handled, he did.
Now all we could do was wait.
