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“You’re Jace Reyez? Damien’s kid?” I asked him.
“The one and only,” he said with a distasteful sigh.
Huh. Didn’t seem like he was such a fan of his own father.
My suspicions were proven correct as I faintly heard him mumble the wordunfortunatelyunder his breath before he turned his back on us to open the door.
The room was nothing more than a large office with a few additional add-ons for one’s own personal entertainment and pleasure. A bar, couch, a flat screen, and a stripper pole. The man I presumed to be Damien Reyez was sitting on the couch receiving a lap dance from a sexy redhead.
“Boss,” Jace addressed him. “The Ravagers are here to see you.”
“Excellent.”
The woman in his lap gushed out a painful cry when Damien clapped her ass cheek hard.
Then with a scoff he shoved her down into the floor and then proceeded to slap her in the face when she called him a bastard.
My head jerked back in surprise, and as I caught Isaac in my peripheral starting to reach behind him to whip out his gun, I rushed to grab his arm, stopping him just in the nick of time. His eyes were pitch black when they locked with mine, but all I could do was shake my head and silently plead for him to stand down. Isaac might’ve been a disrespectful, perverted prick when it came to women, but one thing that no man should ever make the mistake of doing, especially in front of him, is lay hands on them. Isaac would blow their fucking brains out in a heartbeat.
He would’ve done that very thing to Damien Reyez just now if it weren’t for me stopping him.
“I warned you about that filthy fucking mouth of yours, Ginger,” Damien spat, his chest heaving. “Disrespect me again and I’ll put a bullet in your skull, got it?”
“Ye-Yes, Damien,” the woman sobbed, her body shaking in utter terror as she slowly picked herself up from off the floor.
“Good. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”
The redhead retreated for the door, not giving me, Isaac, or even our father a single glance.
“Sorry about that.” Damien straightened the tie on his suit and offered us a humble smile. “Now, let’s get down to business.”
“Boys,” Dad’s deep, gruff voice boomed out, making Isaac and I tear our brooding glares away from each other to look at him.
His cheeks were a fatal shade of crimson, and as his dark eyes skated from our faces down to Isaac’s hand on his gun and mine locked around Isaac’s arm, he slightly peeked over his shoulder at Jace and Damien. Luckily their interest was on the bar and debating over which bottle of liquor they should open.
“Take Isaac out to get some air and meet me back at the car in thirty minutes.” Little by little his eyes narrowed down on Isaac. “Behave, son. Have yourself a few drinks andrelax. Donotfuck this up.”
Chapter 3
Jace
Dadguzzleddownalarge gulp of whiskey then leaned closer to me, speaking in a soft whisper.
“Looks like the boys aren’t joining us. Keep a watch on them and make sure Ginger is out there doing her job. You know what to do if she gets out of line.”
“Anything else?”
He shook his head. “No. I’ll take it from here. You’re in charge of the club for the next thirty minutes or so. Check in on Samara in VIP, make sure nobody is putting their hands where they don’t belong. Kill whoever does.”
Dad flicked his wrist to send me off, and after delivering a polite nod to our guest, I gritted my teeth, releasing the furious snort I’d been holding in when I stepped out the room.
That abhorrent motherfucker.I hated him, this place, and everything it stood for. One of these days—sooner hopefully than later—I’d run away from here. Me, Ginger, and the woman I’d fallen in love with.
I walked around the main stage and popped out on the far-left side, squinting my eyes through the tremendous horde of bodies, hoping to spot Ginger. I needed to check on her, hug her, and apologize another million times for my father’s heinous acts of abuse.
I didn’t see her. Anywhere. Which meant Ginger disappeared back into the locker room as my father predicted. VIP was right across from there. I could easily kill two birds with one stone by scoping over VIP before rushing to check in on my friend.
I passed the bar on the way there, eyeing over the row of fully seated barstools when just like that my third order was checked off the list. Xavier’s boys were near the end of the bar. The icy blond one was chucking back shots left to right while the brown-haired one gripped his shoulder, his face pinched in troublesome concern.
