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“I’m sorry for slapping your ass and calling you a bitch. I’m really sorry, I–” again his words are cut off, but this time by King slamming the butt of his gun against the side of the man’s head. He’s out instantly and falls straight to the floor.
“What the fuck, King!” I shout at him.
“He slapped your ass?” He asks.
“Yeah, he did. Normally, I’d be all for putting on a show and making him regret it, but we have bigger things to worry about than the handsy dickwad there,” I tell him. My attention is then drawn to the other two men at his table. They are staring at King and me, clearly afraid of what they just saw.
King takes a step towards one man whose body is completely tense, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a puddle of piss underneath his chair. King places a hand on one of his shoulders and squeezes. “Now, gentlemen, what you’re going to do is get your piece-of-shit friend out of here. When he wakes up, you will remind him that you don’t go around grabbing people or talking to them with disrespect,” King says. He releases the guy’s shoulder, and they move quickly toward their unconscious friend. “Oh, and fellas?” both look up at King, “tell him that I know where he lives, and I’ll find him if he does anything else.” They both nod their heads, gripping their friend under his arms, and start dragging him toward the exit.
“Do you know where he lives?” I ask King.
“No,” he says, laughing at the situation. I just roll my eyes at him, but I’m also kind of turned on by King standing up for me.
King walks towards the opposite side of the room, looking around again, I realize that no alarm was raised by what just went down when King knocked out a patron. Security on the main floor is total shit. Again, this makes sense because Andrei doesn’t care about the safety of his dancers. They’re fair game as far as he’s concerned.
Andrei always preferred having security watch surveillance rather than having them secure an area. Conrad made sure to put all security cameras on long loops, not just the ones outside, to make sure anyone watching the feeds would be none the wiser, but that won’t last forever.
I’m walking through the crowd, when I spot Stryker walking behind a partition. I pick up my pace and round the partition, stopping dead in my tracks. Stryker is pushing a body into a storage room. I don’t know if they’re alive or dead, but I also don’t care. Stepping closer to Stryker, I can see he has two others stuffed in there as well.Now that is impressive.
“You’ve been busy,” I say.
He turns to look at me, taking a break from that back-breaking task of his. “I didn’t see you or King in position. I knew you’d be fine, so I started making quick work of security. There isn’t much, and hopefully, King took care of the ones in the security room on the other side. We should be good to start evacuating people.”
“We got held up by some dickface that grabbed my ass,” I inform him.
“Someone did what? Where are they? I’ll put them in this closet,” he says.Great! Another possessive alphahole. Wait? Is that my type?
“He’s been taken care of,” I tell him.
“Good,” Stryker says. “Now, let’s get everyone out of here so we can get downstairs. I need to tell Alexie that he may have gotten the two at the door, but this,” he pauses, pointing inside the storeroom before continuing, “puts me at three.” Stryker shuts the door and walks past me.So adorable that any of these guys think they’re winning this competition over me.
Stryker walks over to the DJ booth and says something to the DJ that gets him to scramble away from his area. As he steps up into the booth, the lights come on. I look over to where the security room is and see King walking out. He has blood splattered on his face, and he nods to Stryker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a gas leak, so we are asking everyone to please exit. All tabs are taken care of, so gather your things and exit in an orderly fashion. Dancers, Mr. Volkov, has requested that you check with a man outside named Conrad. He will get you all sorted out and to a safe location,” Stryker announces.
Orderly is not exactly how I would describe the people leaving. The crowd is scrambling to get outside, but we don’t wait until everyone is gone; instead, we head for the stairs.
We make it to the bottom of the stairs, and there is no security at any of the doors.Good work, Alexie and Marcela.“You all clear down there?” Conrad’s voice sounds in our ears.
“Yep. How is it going out there?” Stryker asks. I’m so glad we can finally communicate.
“The patrons aren’t too pleased, and it’s taking a while to get everyone out safely. The team is working on getting the dancers shuttled to their meeting zone. A sector of the Vegas team is meeting them there so they can ask them some questions and get them home safely. I’ll be ready to go once everyone is securely out and on their way,” Conrad says. This team is so thorough and makes sure everyone is cared for.
Now, I only wish Conrad knew what Ivan looked like because he wasn’t upstairs. That means he is down here somewhere. Conrad has full control of the cameras and notifies us whether the routes are clear or if we are going to encounter guards or other patrons while on our way to the auction or holding rooms.
“There is still a guard in that room,” Conrad tells us. “A few guards just took what looks like the last group of cages to the auction area. Nat, stay calm, but Katia is in that group.”
Stryker grabs my arm, spinning me around to face him. I hadn’t even realized I turned to walk towards the auction room alone. My subconscious was telling me to get to her, and my body was just following orders. “Little Fox, we need to be smart about this,” Stryker says.
He’s right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it; I’m pissed. I don’t fight him on this because we need to get Katia out, but we also need to get everyone else out. I nod my head at him and wait for his orders.
“King, how do you feel about adding another tally to your total by taking out the solo guard?” Stryker asks.
“Sounds like that’ll put my score at three,” King says.
“Hey, Conrad,” King asks, “how many did Alexie take out down here?”
“Leave me out of your pissing match. You can all figure it out later,” he says.
