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I had to laugh. “Maybe lower your expectations a bit?”
“Okay, fine. I just want a hot girl with a sharp mind and one hell of an ass.”
“Ah, much more attainable.” I grinned as I took another bite of my taco. I sat back and we ate in silence. I felt the peace of the morgue wash over me, the deep quiet, the sense of profundity brought about by the fact that we were surrounded by the end of life. It was impossible to think petty thoughts while I was down here.
Jodie finished her taco and wiped her hands on her tissue. She straightened up, grabbing her latte and sipping at it with a frown on her face. She flicked back her dark hair and focused on me.
“So… to return to your Detective Reed. What are you gonna do? Report him to his superiors?”
I gave her a look. “Does that ever work?”
She shrugged. “No idea.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
She lowered her head. “What does that mean?”
“It means I’ll figure it out.”
Jodie shook her head at me. “What are you planning, my dear scheming friend?”
My mouth twisted as I took a sip of my coffee. “Something stupid, obviously.”
CHAPTERTHREE
ALEXEI
Ithrew my head back, almost hitting the wall behind me, and I bit my bottom lip to suppress any sound. Jules’ mouth was a godsend, sucking the soul out of my dick like it was her job. She was nothing if not a pro—a valuable resource to have when I was feeling stressed.
My hips jerked as I grunted, coming down her throat.
She pulled away with a soft moan, giving me a lustful look from beneath her lashes. She was kneeling on the floor of my office between my legs, my desk at her back. It was a great look for her, but Iknewshe was about to start some shit. Asking for a performance review or when we could see each other again.
I had a feeling she was starting to get the wrong idea about us.
The door opened, and Kirill, one of my Brigadiers, came in. “Papa, we have a problem in the club.”
All my brigadiers called mePapaorPakhanto show their respect. After all, I was the boss. But Kirill and I had grown up together in this business, so it felt weird when he called me that. When we were alone, he stuck with Alexei, but as soon as anyone else was around, he shifted into formality.
I liked that about him. When people saw someone as close to me as Kirill giving me my due respect, it didn’t even occur to them not to do the same.
“What problem?” I pushed Jules off me, buttoning up my fly as I got to my feet.
“Fight broke out on the floor. One of the girls is involved. You want me to take care of it?”
I was tempted for a moment. Blowing my load always left me with a pleasant high for a few minutes. It would have been nice to bask in it.
But then conflict spurred a different but equally attractive kind of adrenaline, and I could walk and chew gum. I shook my head. “Let’s go.”
The Pandemonium was a private club. It had nothing to do with the mob business. It belonged wholly to me, all above board and legal. Almost. Aside from it being an excellent place to launder money, the club was also great for hearing things. My clientele was a mixed pot: other gangs looking to party on neutral ground; rich kids wanting to flirt with danger; Wall Street types wanting to relax somewhere they didn’t have to put up a front; politicians too, mostly those looking to make deals with criminals.
As a result, I expected a certain level of professionalism from my workers. This wasn’t some hole-in-the-wall place. It was a classy joint. I expected my employees to behave accordingly.
Pandemonium had three levels, the first being a dance floor, with a DJ booth and a bar, strobe lights, house music, the works. I had a few girls working the floor, supplying the Wall Street types with every drug they could dream of.
The second floor was the strip club—we had theme nights. Monique, my entertainment manager, set them up. There were cowboy nights on Mondays, where anyone who could stay on the mechanical bull for two minutes got a free, private,lap dance.
We had a live band that played all the country songs.
