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“I really don’t want to hear it, Rhett, so I suggest you not argue with me.”
If it weren’t for his intentions being so goddamn genuine, I would’ve shut this shit down in a heartbeat and told himno fucking way, we’re not doing this.Fuck, I was still half debating it.
“Do you really think we’re gonna need all of this?”
“Maybe not.” He shrugged, a smirk on his lips. “These types of situations can be… unpredictable. It’s better to be overprepared than have nothing useful.”
“Is it just us?”
Father nodded. “I’m afraid so. Pick your poison and then I’ll meet you out at the car. There are a few things I need from upstairs.” He made it to the door and then paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Rhett.”
I turned to him; my brows raised high. “Yeah?”
“I suggest you get ready, Son. Things are about to get…ugly.”
I swallowed, knowing good and damn well he was telling the truth.
Jace
33
It had been one unbearably long fucking week. Everywhere I went it felt like there was this black cloud attached to my hip. Even now while I was sitting down in the office with two pistols in front of me on the desk, vigilantly inspecting the security cameras, I could feel it—Death’s unmerciful eye, watching…waiting. Sleep had forsaken me. I’d gone as far as purchasing and setting up cameras inside and outside of my apartment to help aid my fears, but doing so did nothing but inflame them until the thought of dying had become an unhealthy, inhumane obsession. Between being at the club, watching hours upon hours of security tapesplusmy home footage, I’d gotten maybe eighteen hours of sleep for the entire week.
Yeah… It wasthat bad.
The club closed down at two and currently, it was a little after one in the morning. 1:10, to be precise. The place was still swarming with customers and with any luck, would clear out within the next thirty minutes or so. Aside from a small group of both Crane and Alesi’s men popping in earlier today for a fewdrinks and some lap dances, I hadn’t stumbled upon anyone out of the ordinary, and thankfully, nobody had tried to assassinate me. If my gut feeling was correct, then this was going down once the crowd cleared out and the staff went home.The less witnesses, the better. If not here though, there were only two—no, three other possibilities: the alley, on my way home, orinmy home.
Speaking of…
I took my eyes away from the monitors and fished my phone out of my pocket, swiping the screen and tapping the security app so I could access the footage. After taking a good, thorough peek at everything, I placed my phone down and sighed, rubbing the over exhaustion out of my eyes. As usual, everything was clear. Nothing seemed disturbed, or out of place.
“Boss,” came Jasper’s random shout, followed by two loud bangs against the door.
“What is it, Jasper?”
“Brady needs change.”
“Of course he does,” I muttered under my breath, sighing again as I got up and carefully deposited my two guns inside the holsters attached to my sides.
I walked over to the door and opened it to find Jasper gone. Closing it, I walked down the hall and followed the path until I'd eventually strolled beside center stage and met the main floor. Already people were calling it a night and hauling up their things, leaving quite a despicable mess for the waitresses to clean up.
I scanned the room, laying eyes on two guys wearing trench coats and cowboy hats getting their drink orders taken by Bunny. I didn’t recall seeing them on the cameras, so they were obviously fresh walk-ins, along with two more guys who’d just sat down at the bar as the last of Brady’s guests were leaving. Brady was still facing the register and hadn’t greeted them yet,due to the fact he was currently counting out bills and probably hadn’t noticed them. Since he was busy, I did the professional thing and greeted them.
“Welcome to the Gentlemen’s Club. Give Brady just a moment and he’ll be right with you.”
“What time do you close tonight?” an older guy around his early to mid-thirties asked me. He had on a leather biker jacket—in fact, they both did—and he had a black beanie on his head with little strands of dark hair slightly splayed over his forehead. He had bright emerald eyes and a full, up-kept beard.
“At two,” I replied, holding up said number of fingers. “Final call is five minutes beforehand.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” his friend sitting next to him exploded with excitement, waggling his brows. This guy was younger, early twenties, and was practically skin and fucking bones. He had blue eyes, and his face was so severely sunk-in, it looked like he was suffering from a severe eating disorder. He had on a beanie too. “That means we have a little under an hour to get fucked up and grab some ass.”
“Since I’m here,” I said to be polite. “What would you guys like to drink?”
“House whiskey. Neat.”
“Double shot of Crown and a Coke on the side,” the older one answered.
“Sure thing. Give Brady two minutes tops.”
