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She smiles at my praise. It matters to the girls and I like to treat them well. They get well-paid, looked after, and have a good retirement package when they age out. Still, I don’t tolerate bullshit, so they’re carefully vetted and those that get past the interview but bring poison to the brothel get kicked out on their asses pretty fuckin’ fast. I don’t fuck any of them despite what my brothers might think. It’s a rule of mine. Fucking the help leads to a whole lot of headache.
I saunter over to Evanee and all three girls look up at me with delighted smiles on their faces. “You have good taste in women,” Cheetah tells me.
“Don’t I know it. Thanks for intervening, darlin’. You’re golden.”
I nod at Valentine, so she doesn’t feel left out. “Okay if I leave my girl in your hands for a while?”
Cheetah stands and tugs her short skirt down over her long shapely legs. “I’ve got a client in a few and have to freshen up.”
“I’ll stay,” Valentine says as she shyly glances at Evanee. “I’m in-between.”
I pull Evanee to her feet and lay a hard kiss on her lips as I grip her ass. “You fuckin’ behave,” I tell her as me and my boner reluctantly let her go. “Stay here.”
“Of course,” she agrees, but I fuckin’ know that the minute I’m out of her sight, she’s gonna go lookin’.
I sigh because I know I won’t win this round, but I can’t let her think she can walk all over me. “You step outside this lobby and I’m gonna take you over my knee.”
Her face lights up. “I’m looking forward to that.”
I head off to the kitchen. Harry, a big guy with a perpetual scowl barely looks up from the stove as I pass him. He’s the chef, makes up the menus, feeds the girls and johns. No one ever complains including me on the few occasions I’ve eaten here. Might be because he’d stomp you into the floor if you did, but the food’s good too.
I bang open the cooler to see the fuck that beat on Kit slumped on the floor, a bloody towel in his hand. “You missed a spot,” I snarl as I drag him up by his hair, then punch him in the gut.
He doubles over and grunts, but I gotta give it to him, he rallies quickly. “Hey man,” he mumbles. “I thought she was into that shit.”
Someone broke his mouth, and it wasn’t Cheetah because she wouldn’t risk breaking a nail. In fact, she wouldn’t climb down a rope ladder to escape a burning building if her manicure was at risk. I gotta thank those johns for roughing the prick up. Most of them are soft bastards. “Who told you that?” I slam him against the shelves, making the Smurf-coloured cocksucker shake.
“No one,” he whines. “Just a rumour I heard.”
“Just a rumour you heard,” I sneer as I slam him again. “You don’t start talkin’, I’m gonna shove your balls down your throat.”
He gasps from the pain. “A guy in Reno. Speaks highly of the place.” He stops and raises his eyes to mine.
“Spit out the fuckin’ name.”
“My name? Dean Henderson.”
I box his ears hard enough that he screams as he grabs his head. He’d have fallen if it wasn’t for the grip I now have on his throat. “You don’t wanna fuck around with me. I want names – your fucking real one, the guy who sent you, and what the fuck your angle is.”
He widens his eyes like he’s scared, but I’m starting to think it’s all for show. “Listen man, I tell you, he’ll kill me.” The bastard is lying. It’s clear in his wooden reply, the way he’s darting his eyes.
“You don’t understand the situation you’re in, asshole. Start talkin’ or I’ll kill you. Capeche?”
He stiffens his body, a signal that he’s about to attack. I’ve had enough. I punch him in the side of the head, and he falls like a sack of bricks. “You fuckin’ cunt,” I shout at him as I give him three hard kicks to the ribs then slam a foot down on his chest. “You interrupted my date with the best-looking woman in the world, beat up sweet little Kit, then tried to run off with her.” I stomp on his fingers. “You don’t wanna talk here, I’ll take you someplace and convince you.”
I head to the door, but stop when he says, “Wait man.”
“You had your chance,” I sneer as I step out of the cooler and slam the door behind me.
Harry looks up. “Want a sandwich?”
My stomach growls, reminding me of the meal I missed and the gorgeous woman waitin’ for me. Unfortunately, Evanee’s gonna have to wait a little longer. “Yeah.”
I call Joker for a pick-up while Harry makes the sandwich. The VP arrives with Reaper while I’m still chowing down on the beef and tomato sub. Neither are wearing their cuts, which doesn’t surprise me. They brought a van to haul the trash and none of us is disrespectful enough to wear our colours in a cage.
“Hey,” I say after I swallow the last bite. “Fuck’s in the cooler. Won’t talk. I figure we lock him up in the Chamber, let him cool his jets for a day. See what he says then.”
Joker nods. “He’s your guy. You call the shots.”
