“You’re serious, aren’t you? He really wants you to go to a damn strip club while my sister is missing? Oh, I will rip him a new asshole. That fucker! Doesn’t he know there is a more important job? If something happens to her I will set this world on fire.” she was yelling and in tears by the end of her rant. Shit, this completely backfired on me. Crow came out in just his towel and I made my way out of their room with a kiss on her forehead. Damn it!
Later on that night, I made my way to the strip club. It was about ten minutes away from the club so I took my truck. My cut had the patch member on it so it wouldn’t be obvious about why I was there. Besides, I was pretty sure by the look on my face people wouldn’t want to bother me; I was fucking miserable. Without Riley it felt like I was a zombie walking on glass. My whole body was a walking live wire. One wrong move and I would go off. Or in this case, one wrong person. Going into this strip club may not have been the smartest move for me, but I had to do what Snake needed me to do. Here I was, clearing my head of everything and focusing on the task at hand so I could get done what I needed to. Hopefully this would make the time fly, and when I got back Knuckles would have something for me.
The first thing I noticed when I pulled up was how busy the place was. The parking lot was packed with only a couple spots left. There would definitely need to be more lights put in the parking lot. It was way too dark for it to be considered safe for the women that were done with their shifts.
The building was red brick with a few windows that had black out shades and neon lights in the windows. Second problem I noticed was there were no bouncers at the door. I shook my head at the stupidity of the owner. Anyone who owns a club like this knows there should be bouncers, first and foremost to protect the women, and second to protect the customers. Although, since the guy only uses the women for money and just kept them high as a fucking kite, it made sense. They had no sense of self preservation, just worried about their next fix.
Inside was disgusting and littered with trash. It looked like the carpet was a red color but going by the amount of liquid looking stains, it could have been any color. I didn’t even want to know what the hell kind of fluids I was walking on. Turning to my right, I saw a bar with some stools but the bartender was nowhere to be found. To the left there were some tables with matching chairs as well, but otherwise that was all there is. The poles were on a stage in front of the tables and there were two girls dancing to some remix of a song that talked about relieving stress through having fun with their bodies.
I found a napkin and wiped down the seat I was taking. No telling what was on it and I wasn’t taking any chances. The girls dancing were good. But when they looked at you, it was all in their eyes. Every single one of these girls had pain hidden behind them. Although they were glassy, you could see it. It was disgusting how the owner was taking advantage of their pain when he should have been helping them. As if life wasn’t hard enough, they had this scumbag pumping them full of fucking poison.
The girls were about to switch shifts, and when they did, I saw they were walking straight, which is even worse because that meant they were hooked even worse than I thought. Two new girls come onto the stage about twenty minutes later. The second one that comes out is a pretty, little blonde with blue eyes that look like she is drowning in the Atlantic. Shit. The emotions she was giving off just from looking into her eyes were fucking heartbreaking.
They started dancing and I could already tell this could be something she would have been good at once upon a time. Juilliard would have been the school she should have gone to. She should not have ended up in a place like this. After seeing all these girls dancing just for a man to use them like this, it made me want to run this place myself and make sure they could get the help they need.
I had just about enough of this place and was getting ready to leave when I heard someone talking a couple seats over. “...this girl was doing some blow with me and told me that the local MC is going to be buying this place out. She said the owner is going to fuck them over big time. He is crazy if you ask me. Why anyone would wanna fuck with them is beyond me.” Looked like my night was not over at all. I had to find this girl they were talking about. While getting up and walking over to the table, I noticed the guys were starting to sweat when they looked down and saw my cut.
“Couldn’t help but overhear you two talking. What woman would you be talking about?” I grounded out. My anger was getting the best of me, considering someone was trying to fuck with us when we haven’t had any issues outside of my brother. The guys were hesitating to answer and I got it, but right now I
