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“Then I thought you were some wise-ass motherfucker who dominated the cage.”
“Fuck you.” Mamba laughed around his words. “Those were some badass days down in that Searchlight shithole.”
The sleepy Nevada town near the Arizona border was the perfect spot for a fight club. Off the radar and out of sight, yet the fuckin’ place was packed every damn night. He and Nick fixed up the site and brought in some top-notch fighters. They made a huge profit, enough to take over the Valley View warehouse, turn it into an underground fight club, and make it the best-kept secret in town. The operation worked seamlessly with the Serpents’ protection and influence with Metro.
“This place is a long way from that dump.”
Since he and Nick took over the warehouse, they’d installed a regulation cage, bleachers on all four sides, and locker rooms where the fighters could shower and not worry about leaving with anything more than what came in with them.
Rocco flanked Samson. “I can get you a fight in about fifteen minutes.” He pulled at the collar of his t-shirt. “Fuckin’ hotter than hell in here.”
“That works.” Samson turned toward the locker rooms when a familiar face caught his eye. He stared through the dim lighting at the profile of Alex Monroe.
He paused, and Mamba stopped with him. “What’s up?”
Samson jerked his chin to the far corner of the room. “I know the guy in the blue polo shirt.”
Mamba followed Samson’s gaze. “You mean Alex Monroe?”
“You know him?”
“Fuck, yeah.” Mamba looked over his shoulder, then lowered his voice. “He’s a real sleaze. He tried to get a piece of Ecstasy, but Cobra shut him down, fast. He passes himself off as a club promoter, right?” Mamba barked out a laugh. “Fuckin’ guy is into all kinds of messed-up shit.”
“Like?”
“Human trafficking. Kiddie porn. He’s hooked up with some shady-ass people. Guys who have no trouble hurting women and children. Nasty shit he covers with his corporate name.”
“You know this for sure?”
“Boa’s our tech genius. He can find out shit on anybody, so when Monroe started sniffing around looking to get his hooks in Ecstasy, Boa did a deep dive.” Mamba cocked his brow. “Seems he’s got the perfect setup. While he’s doin’ business at the clubs he promotes in the Orient, he takes the opportunity to recruit desperate girls into his sex trade. Lures them in by promising glitzy jobs in his American clubs. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.” Mamba curled his lip. “Or he sets them up in his pseudo-modeling agency. Another front for his underage prostitution.”
“How is it nobody’s caught on or ratted him out?”
“Money, plain and simple. He gives to all these fancy-ass charities and has politicians in his pocket. Supposedly, he puts a lot of shit in his son’s name, so if the ax ever falls, he walks away untouched. The fuckin’ guy comes off country club squeaky clean; meanwhile, he’s pimpin’ out underage illegals and smuggling them in through his clubs. He makes Jeffrey Epstein look like a saint. ”
Un-fuckin-believable. Samson knew a lot of shady characters in his day, but the ones who tried to pass themselves off as solid citizens were the worst. Usually, they were politicians cheating on their wives with hookers or movie stars who got off being whipped with chains. Yeah, he’d seen all kinds of bullshit, but the ones who hid in plain sight and took advantage of women and kids were deplorable pieces of shit.
“That is fucked up.”
The crowd around Monroe shifted, and Samson leaned in, the shadows making him squint. At first, he thought the shadows were playing tricks on him. His brain stuttered, then refocused.Holy fuckin’ shit, Frank Barnett and Alex Monroe together.He would’ve never believed these two had anything in common, but here they were in deep conversation.
“What’s the matter?” Mamba asked.
“The other guy with him is Frank Barnett.”
Mamba shrugged. “Don’t know him.”
“Big-time player in New York. One of the main reasons Nick and I moved our business out West. Now, here he is with Monroe. Seems pretty fuckin’ fishy to me.”
“Hey!” Rocco called out to him. “You’re up in five.”
“Gonna take a pass.”
Samson waited until Frank left, then he nodded to Mamba, and the two of them barreled through the crowds of people until he came face to face with Alex Monroe.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Samson challenged.
Alex’s head jerked from side to side while Samson stared him down. “Checking out some alternate entertainment for a few of my more eclectic clients.”
