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A growl rumbles in my throat. The thought of her fucking two, three, or four guys in a night fills me with so much fucking rage.
“I’ll take that as a no.” She massages her forehead. “Did you clear this with Cy?”
The fact that she knows to ask when I’m the only club member she’s worked with means she’s a quick study. It shouldn’t surprise me. She’s entirely too observant for her own good.
“He gave me full reign with this place.”
She laughs bitterly. “Fine. Whatever. But if she gets in my way, she’s gone.”
“You’re a peach, Mary. Don’t ever let anyone tell you different.”
“Yeah, yeah. Now get the fuck out of my office.” She waves towards the door.
Before I can leave, I hear boots pounding down the hallway, getting louder and louder. I pop my head out to see Satyr, one of the club’s enforcers, running toward me.
“Got a problem, Rig. Need you. And bring Mary,” he grunts, turning on his heels and heading back from where he came.
Mary was right about being spry because she’s at my side in a heartbeat as we chase after Satyr. My mind goes a million miles a minute, wondering what went wrong. We’ve been open for over a week, and it’s been smooth sailing. The girls are booked solid, and the money is pouring in. It was only a matter of time before we ran into issues.
Satyr leads us to the east end of the property, where the residential suites are located. He stops in front of a room where a girl who goes by Lacy is staying. At first, I can’t tell what’s happened because the room is crowded with my brothers and some of the women.
“Everyone out,” I say and step to the side. After they’ve cleared the room, I see Lacy, shirtless and lying on her stomach. I suck in a sharp breath. Her exposed back is covered in long, thin open wounds and blood trickles down her sides, pooling at the base of her spine. Another of our girls, Ariel, sits next to her, dabbing at the angry flesh with a damp cloth. “What the fuck happened?”
Lacy squeezes her eyes shut, pushing out a stream of tears. “I couldn’t get to the panic button.”
“A client did this?” I roar, not even recognizing my own voice.
“She was in the BDSM room. He tied her up and wouldn’t let her go,” Ariel says, anguish in her tone.
“Shit, sweetie. I’m so sorry.” Mary takes the bloodied washcloth from Ariel. “I’ll take over from here.”
“Okay.” Ariel sniffles and walks out.
“How the fuck was this guy allowed in? Don’t we have some kind of vetting process for that room?” I ask.
“He didn’t have any violent priors,” Satyr, also our club tech guy, chimes in from the doorway.
“Fuck me.” I squat next to the bed and push a strand of hair off Lacy’s face. “You okay, darlin’?”
Her eyes open, and she swallows. “I want to go home.”
“Consider it done. Satyr here will arrange everything. All you gotta do is tell him what you need.” She nods her reply, and I stand. “Where is he?”
“Basement.” Satyr moves into the room as I leave.
Making my way to the kitchen, I pull my brass knuckles out of my pocket and slide them onto my fingers. You have to be a special kind of stupid to pull shit like this in a brothel owned by the Sons. We haven’t kept that shit secret. The second you walk through the door, the Sons are present, doing our best to intimidate the fuck out of all the clients.
Once a party is booked, one of us goes over what’s allowed and what’s off-limits. By the time a client moves to a private area, there should be no question about what’ll happen to you if you break one of our rules. And the motherfucker waiting in the basement is about to get first-hand experience.
In the kitchen, I nod to the chef before opening the door to the walk-in pantry. I flip the latch on the side of the back shelf and pull open the hidden door leading to a set of stairs. It wasn’t cheap to have the twelve-by-twelve underground room installed, but it was important to have somewhere private to take care of issues. As far as the city or anyone else is concerned, it doesn’t even exist. We didn’t pull permits, and it’ll never be added to the blueprints.
I make it halfway down when I’m met with the sound of pained whimpers that excite me and get my adrenaline pumping. I’m not a good guy. Never claimed to be one, either. I do the best I can for my family and destroy anyone who gets in my way. When Lacy agreed to work for us, she became part of that family, and this motherfucker hurt her. That means he has a lesson to learn.
“Look who’s here,” Lucky says in a chipper tone. He’s leaning against the wall, gnawing on a piece of licorice, while a middle-aged man sits in the center of the room, hands bound behind his back. He moans pitifully while his head lolls forward, blood and spit dripping from the corners of his mouth.
“You got the party started without me,” I jokingly whine.
“I pre-funked a little.” Lucky pushes off the wall, tossing the rest of his candy into the corner.
