Page 4 of Brass's Surrender


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Inwardly giving myself a shake, I shove back the thoughts for the time being. I can do this and keep going. If I’m recognized, then I’ll deal with it when the time comes. For now, I’ll go on with my night as usual. I have to dance and find the in I need to get to the men running the trafficking ring I intend to take down.

* * *

Slipping off my shoes, I pull my phone out of my bag and pad across the plush carpet feeling more exhausted than I think I ever have in my life. Never before did I work at the strip club and watch the crowd the way I did. Normally, I was focused and knew where to look, but my mind kept thinking about the fact the Devil’s Riot MC are now the owners of the strip club.

I let out a sigh of frustration and throw myself down on my couch while unlocking my phone. With a quick scroll through contacts, I find the number I’m looking for and hit the call icon.

“You’re a damn cockblocker, Karm,” Reap growls, answering on the second ring.

I grin, close my eyes and lean back, getting comfortable. “What can I say? It’s just one of my many talents.”

“Bitch.”

“I know I am, but what are you,” I tease, liking the fact that when it comes to my adoptive brother, I can joke around with him and not worry.

“I’m the fucker who was about to get his dick sucked until his sister called and interrupted,” he grumbles.

“Awww, poor thing,” I snicker.

“Kiss my ass.”

“No, thanks,” I snort, “it probably needs to be shaved or waxed.”

“What are you callin’ for this late? I know you’re home.”

Of course, he does. He has a tracker on my phone, security hooked up here in the house, and on my car. I don’t go anywhere without Reap or Lucifer knowing where I am. It’s a safety thing, and I love them for being protective while giving me the space to work.

“I’m calling because did you know the Devil’s Riot MC bought the strip club I’m working at?”

“Fuck.”

“My sentiments exactly.”

“You can’t keep working there, Karm,” Reap remarks. “You do, you know as well as I do that you’ll be playing with fire.”

Don’t I know it.

“I can’t give up on what I’m doing.”

“You don’t have to, but find another way.”

“I’m close. I can do this.”

“Athena,” Reap growls warningly. “Don’t make me tell Lucifer.”

“He already knows I’m working this.” Though if he finds out the MC now owns the strip club, he’ll flip his shit. He and Reap are the only two who know who my biological family is.

When he adopted me, they kept me hidden from the world. No one knows about me. Not even Reap’s cousins, Harlow and Raven, or their friend, Victoria. They’re a few years older than me, and I was good at hiding. They never found out about me when they were training under Lucifer.

“You know this is a bad idea for you to stay,” Reap tries to reason.

“Maybe, but I can’t let this stop me,” I explain.

“Fine, it’s your funeral when Lucifer finds out.” Reap sighs. “Now, go get some sleep and stop being a cockblocker.”

“Won’t be my funeral. I’m the favorite.” I laugh. “Oh, I hope your cocksucker has warts.”

I hang up, hearing him curse at me for the visual.

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