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“Maybe.”
“Right behind you.”
He threw Monroe one more threatening look before heading out of the warehouse.
“What the fuck was that all about?” Mamba asked when they reached the parking lot.
“Make sure you tell the bouncers Monroe’s banned.”
“Smart move 'cause even the Serpents' pull with Metro won’t help you if Monroe’s shit follows him here.”
Mamba’s words bounced around Samson’s brain. Monroe’s power and clout exceeded the Serpents, which meant he had local, state, and probably even federal political influence. It seemed hard to believe Monroe could get away with this shit considering the endless amount of searchable info on the internet. Still, as Mamba pointed out, money, status, and awards from prominent governors bought a shit-ton of protection.
Very little blindsided Samson after thirty-five years, and the shit Monroe was involved in was sick but not surprising. The shocking part was Lisbeth’s connection to them. She must’ve attended the event Monroe mentioned in California too. She was marrying his fuckin’ son, so it seemed hard to believe she didn’t know what was happening. Did Lisbeth ignore the fact that her future family were dirtbags for the advancement of her business?
19
Ten minutes later, they turned off the Strip onto Flamingo, drove two blocks, and Samson wheeled the Escalade into his reserved spot in Wicked’s parking garage. They entered the building and hit the express elevator to the club’s main floor, where Jax waited for them. He herded them to the ladies’ room, and they pushed past a cluster of people gathered around the door.
Two girls lay semi-unconscious on the Italian tile floor. “What the fuck?”
Nick broke away from the EMTs and two of the medics they kept on staff. “They got some bad coke and started foaming at the mouth.”
“Shit.” Heat slithered up Samson’s spine as Yvette’s face replaced the girls in front of him. How often had he found her this way, and how many second chances was she granted until her luck finally ran out?
Samson pulled himself back to the present and nodded to the medics. “Why didn’t you just let our guys handle it?”
Nick jerked his chin to the brunette standing by the door. “Her friend got scared and called nine-one-one before we could intervene.”
The paramedics had already started IVs and were lifting the girls onto stretchers.
Samson’s gaze roamed around the room. “So, I guess we should expect the cops any minute.”
“The Good Samaritan Law protects the people who provide assistance from criminal charges,” Mamba offered. “We’ve had issues at Ecstasy, and the cops usually leave it alone.”
As if on cue, the authoritative voices of Vegas Metro could be heard in the hallway leading to the restrooms.
“I guess we’re not gonna be that lucky,” Nick deadpanned.
“We received a call two girls OD’d here tonight.” The taller of the three cops addressed the room.
Nick motioned to the stretchers. “They’ve revived them and are taking them to Sunrise now.”
“Are you the manager, sir?”
Nick nodded to Samson. “We’re the owners.”
Two more cops pushed into the ladies’ room, and Mamba waved one of them over.
“Hey, Jimmy.” Mamba gripped the cop’s shoulder. “Surprised to see you guys come out for this.”
“We were called about a big drug buy going down here tonight. We had no idea some girls OD’d.
The other cops hustled the people out of the restroom. “I’m afraid we have to shut you down for a thorough investigation.”
“Can you give us a little help here?” Mamba leaned into Jimmy. “Earn some of that money Cobra sends your precinct every month.”
“Afraid not,” Jimmy said. “This call came from the mayor’s office. The captain had no choice but to act, and I’d bet this is only the beginning.”
