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“He isn’t ready to break yet. Even knowing Romano betrayed him, he’s more likely to just kill himself rather than give us anything. We let him marinate in thoughts about what Romano did to his son though? He knows damn well who he works for. His imagination is going to be running rampant with what befell his son, none of them are going to be good scenarios. They will range from bad to heinous. By the time we come back, he’s going to be feeling rather spiteful towards that man and desperate for an answer from us. It’s a much more favorable situation for us to get what we want.” She turns to look at me, but there’s no sign of the smug smile I thought would be on her face for her clever tactics.
“We still most likely won’t get much. He isn’t going to know any of Romano’s plans for us now that we are at war. He was taken before any plans would have been made.” She points out. I nod in agreement. We knew that going into this. “He might be broken enough to give us some insight that could make a difference though. We just have to make him desperate enough to want to help us make Romano burn.”
I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she turns to look back out the window. We had planned for me to drop her back off at the house, but she’s twitching in her seat. I can tell she has too much anxious energy swirling underneath her skin to do nothing.
“Come with me to the club,” I say after several moments of silence. I agree with everything she said about William. It amazes me that she can still impress me even when I know just how much she’s capable of. She doesn’t need to hear that right now though. She doesn’t need a pat on the back. She’s right, doesn’t make it any less frustrating to not be walking out of that warehouse with no more answers.
She turns back to me, assessing me. For what? I couldn’t actually say. Eventually she nods though, before turning up the music. It only takes a few more moments before she starts swaying her body to the music.
Maybe the music will be good for her. Just because she can’t perform, doesn’t mean she can’t go and dance. It’s only the late afternoon, normally we wouldn’t even be open yet, but Dare and Scar pushed for earlier opening times on the weekends.
I didn’t think many would show up, but people do. We aren’t as busy as we get later, but enough that it makes it not only worth it, but enough for Scar to get lost in a crowd. To dance and lose some of that anxious energy that is riding her so hard.
I never pass on a chance to watch her move either. I love the way she loses herself to the music. The way her body dips and sways, wrapping me all the tighter around her. As if she isn’t already the center of my universe.
Letty wastedno timein taking what she needed.
As soon as we walked into the club, she headed straight to the bar for shots. Even I can’t drink like she does.
I nod to Adam before making my way up to the second level where the VIP bar and my office are located. Dare and one of the newer dancers are working the bar up here. It’s not as busy as it is downstairs. Most of our VIPs still prefer the later hours, even if we are opening up earlier now.
Dare pours a generous measure of top shelf whiskey into a glass before I even make it halfway across the room. I make it to the bar and nod my thanks to her as I take a small sip.
This is where Letty and I differ. She hardly ever sips her liquor. Shots are her preferred way to drink while they are the bane of my existence. Mostly because, drunk Letty is even more of a handful than normal and she’s incapable of turning down the offer of a shot.
“Scar here?” Dare asks as she wipes down glasses before putting them away.
“She’s dancing,” I answer her as I search for her in the lower level.
Dare cocks her head as she finishes putting the glasses away and starts wiping down the counters behind the bar. “Already?”
I chuckle at how well Dare knows her. It’s not often that Letty falls directly into the crowd when we come here. She usually likes to sit up here and watch for a while. Get a feel for the vibe of who is here before she dives into the thick of it. She only ever doesn’t come up first when she’s avoiding me for one reason or another.
Nowadays, usually because she’s done something to piss me off. Before though, she used to use it as a way to burn out some of her frustration before facing me. It’s hard to remember why we took so long to cave into the attraction between the two of us.
At the same time, I know she wasn’t ready for it yet. Hell, I don’t think I was either. I only thought Letty had consumed me for years. It’s nothing like now that I’ve tasted every inch of her skin. Now that I can touch her whenever I damn well please.
“She needed the distraction,” I explain. A curious look passes over her features, but I know she won’t ask. She’s one of the only dancers that I think has a pretty good idea of what else we are involved in. Sure, all the dancers have some idea, but Dare is not only smart, she’s been tainted by this life.
She has questions but isn’t curious enough to ask. I know it isn’t fear of us that keeps her from doing so. No. It’s a fear of being enticed deeper into the shadows when she’s plenty happy riding that line between light and dark. I get the feeling there is something lurking in the shadows she fears, but I never ask. She’s one of ours and has our protection from whatever has put that glint of darkness in her gaze.
She hums as she looks at the newer girl. “Must be a lot going on for her to need a distraction.”
I laugh, knowing this is her way of checking in on Letty without saying it. Dare and Letty have an interesting history, one I’m not too keen on remembering or focusing on if I’m being honest. She’s a good friend to my girl, even if there are things in their past I wish I could erase.
“Go dance with her,” I tell her. It isn’t like we are busy up here to need both of the girls. Dare will know when she’s needed back up here.
“Yeah?” she asks, her surprise evident.
I roll my eyes. I guess Kade and I haven’t really kept it a secret that we don’t love the history between them. Not that anyone can blame us. The two of them were more trouble than we could contain. “Just remember who she’s with now. No touching,” I warn.
“A little touching?” she teases.
“Don’t push it, Dare.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves me off. “Possessive asshole.”
“I heard that,” I tell her but she just cackles as she hops over the counter.
