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“Not confirmed. My guy has hacked into the police records, but they don’t have a lot to go on right now. The place went up in a ball of flames,” Bones confirmed.
“We need to be vigilant. The last thing we need is blow back from these motherfuckers,” I said.
“We’re on it, Prez,” Whiskey said seriously, using his knife under his fingernail.
“Alright, I want at least one of you at the club during business hours.”
“I’ll take tonight,” Roar volunteered.
“Is there anything else?”
When there was no further comment, I hit the gavel on the table, and my brother’s and I got up. As I was heading toward the door, Boa stopped me.
“Hey Prez, I saw Desiree when I was leaving the house.”
“Thanks for the warning, brother,” I grimaced.
The last time I’d seen Desiree, I was kicking her out of the house. The chick was too damn clingy.
“You want me to handle her, Prez?” Boa asked.
“Nah, I’ll deal with it,” I said.
***
Back in the house, I’d grabbed a beer and headed up to the master suite on the top floor. I wanted a shower before I headed back to town. Ragnarök was important to the club, but I felt a special connection to the place, as it was the first thing I’d done after our first big job. We’d gotten into guns from a connection I had from boarding school. But I’d always wanted a legit place to call our own too. What was more legit than vices and pussy, something I learned from my father.
When I opened my bedroom door, I saw a naked Desiree sprawled on top of the comforter.
“I told you to stop coming out here,” I drawled, taking off my watch and flinging it onto the dresser.
“I know you didn’t mean it, cher,” she said silkily, smiling at me, her dimples showing.
I flung my t-shirt across the room and was just unhooking my belt when she moved on top of the bed towards me on all fours.
“I can help you.”
I watched as her fine ass went to the floor in front of me as her eyes sparkled with excitement. I knew what she wanted. She liked me to take control. She wanted me fucking her ass while I pulled her hair, so that it forced her head back. Either that or flipped on her back so I could put my hands around her neck and squeeze. She liked it rough, and I’d been happy to oblige her until about a week ago, when she’d started crying when a club whore had my cock in her mouth. I didn’t do relationships. I let her pull my cock out of my jeans and start sucking. Who was I to turn down a blow job, but that’s all this bitch was getting from me tonight? I knew this time she’d be a hell of a lot more than outraged, but I didn’t give a fuck. One of my brothers could calm her down. I was going to the Quarter tonight.
Chapter 5
Bridget Ivy
Ragnarök Club took up a lot of real estate and, if that wasn’t surprising enough, the long line out into the street was another. He, she, them, you name it and every imaginable variety of person and outfit vied for entrance into the club. I’m not sure what I’d been expecting, but somehow this wasn’t it. I’d kept it simple and worn a short black skirt with a sheer black blouse and a deep purple camisole and flats. My hair in a messy bun. The last thing I wanted was attention. Maybe the Valhalla Heathen’s dealt drugs or maybe they didn’t, but I suspected someone in this club would know who the major players in the area were. I’d learned the club name from the guy who ran the motel’s front desk during evening hours. He was falling all over himself to tell me how legendary they were in the French Quarter and how he’d had a cousin who tried to prospect with them. I’d been curious to know what happened, but a young couple and their kid had come in and needed a room.
I hadn’t decided if it was worth standing in line to enter the club yet, as I’d been thinking maybe I’d come back earlier next time when I got a tap on my shoulder.
“Hey, pretty lady, what’s your vice?”
“I’m sorry?” I turned to see a tall guy with arm muscles popping out of his t-shirt. He wore a vest that had “Taz” written above his heart. My stomach fluttered.
He smiled, and the gesture lit up his eyes, which were a pretty color, not quite blue, maybe grey.
“May I,” he gestured to my elbow. I nodded, not sure what to say.
“Yo dude, how about us?” A guy yelled from the front of the line. He looked barely legal.
Taz ignored him and skirted me around the crowd toward the side street.
