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She nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. You know I could’ve handled it.”
He chuckles. “Yes, I do know, but as your man it is my duty to step in when another man puts his hands on you.”
Joy smirks at him. “Since when did you become my man? I thoughtweas you always say, ‘have an understanding’.”
“We’ll talk about it in the car,” Rory says in a direct tone. He then turns around to us. “I’m sorry guys but I need to get her home. I’ll see you tomorrow at Zar’s.”
Holstering our weapons because it’s obvious these pansies aren’t going to do anything, I state, “Handle your business. I think it’s time for us to call it night as well.”
Rory wraps his arm around Joy’s waist. “Do you guys need a ride?”
I hold my hand up. “No, Balthazar’s men are waiting for us outside.”
“Okay,” he responds before escorting Joy to the exit.
I trail behind them with Basil catching up the rear to keep an eye on the so-called distinguished gentlemen at the table. Elite may be a top-notch gentlemen’s club, but Balthazar might want to add some more protocols for those types of patrons because during the whole incident, none of his security came forward.
Just as we make it to the exit, Ginger stops us.
“Gentlemen, how would you like to settle your bill?”
Digging into my pocket, I pull out my money clip. Ginger’s eyes grow wide. “Put it on my cousin’s tab and this is for you.” She takes the two one-hundred-dollar bills with a huge smile.
Ginger stuffs the money in her shirt. “Thank you and I would be happy to be your waitress the next time you’re here.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I smile, walking away from her.
The little effects of the two shots I took earlier have worn off. Once Balthazar finds out we only had three shots of his best top shelf cognac and champagne and charged it to him, I laugh to myself, wondering how he will react. Not to mention Basil and I brandishing our weapons. Hell, he knows how we are, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to him.
Chapter 2
Yiorgos
The next morning, Iwoke to Basil banging on my door. Rolling over to see what time it was from the clock on the nightstand, it read eleven forty-three. Shit, I couldn’t tell you the last time I slept this late.
Yelling to Basil to give me thirty minutes, I rolled out of the bed, then went into the master bathroom. As the warm water from the shower hits my skin, I laugh, wondering what Balthazar will have to say about last night. I’m sure most of his high-profile clientele who frequent Elite wasn’t used to the show we put on last night. Not that I cared either way, but Rory and O’Rourke were there when Balthazar needed them, and I wasn’t going to let him deal with those assholes by himself. I knew he could handle them by himself, but why not make allies for future dealings. O’Rourke had most of the Southern States on lock with his liquor distribution, so why not get close to them if I ever decided to open my own club in Chicago? I would already have my liquor connect in the bag. For me, it’s a solution where everyone benefits.
