Randy did need to face his own consequences, I knew that. And I was sure he knew that. But we also both knew I wasn’t to the point of giving up on him. At least he wouldn’t wipe out my savings this time. Close, but not quite.
“I can give it to you.”
He blew out a relieved breath, making me wonder what these people would have done if he hadn’t been able to pay them back.
“Thanks, Fi.”
Instead of verbally responding, I kissed his sweaty shirt sleeve then moved away to do one more walk down memory lane.
Chapter 2
Dillan
I raised an eyebrow as one of my dancers sauntered up next to where I leaned against the back wall. I liked to rotate where I kept an eye on my business. Especially on nights like tonight. These were big money nights, well one of them. My club was popular every night, no matter the day. But it was my other endeavors that brought in the real money.
I opened an arm, allowing Bunny to slide up next to me, putting on a show for the customers. She was one of the few dancers who did more than dance. We both wanted the customers to see how close they could get to her.
Bunny took it a step further, leaning in like she was going to kiss my jaw, but was really moving in to whisper in my ear.
“Undercover chick in the club.”
I smiled softly, lifting a hand to move her blonde hair behind her ear. All of my people knew how to spot cops, no matter how they dressed.
“And do we know who her target is?”
Bunny trailed a finger down my chest, playing with the buttons on my black dress shirt. “Looks like it might be Bruno. He is here with a client.”
I sighed and straightened my position, keeping my arm around her waist. She looked up at me, a hunger in her eyes. Unfortunately, I kept a firm line between business and pleasure, much to her dismay.
“Where?”
The dark red painted lips pouted. “Far end of the bar. Black hair, braided. Tiny black dress with bomb red heels.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek, at the same time I squeezed her moneymaker which was barely wrapped in a red leather skirt. Bunny squeaked, then broke out giggling as I moved away from her. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone took my position with her. She was my most popular private dancer for a reason.
I took a long walk around the outskirts of the club, circling all the customers dancing in the middle of the room around my dancer in faux cages on top of small islands.
I passed by the stage where my in-house DJ was doing his own version of dancing. I nodded to my stage security. There would be no point in talking to them, seeing as they had expensive earplugs to help protect their ears from the loud speakers surrounding the stage.
Carefully, I made my way to the bar, staying clear of the suspected cop. I stationed myself where I would have a good view of her, but not her of me. It wasn’t long before Kent stepped over to me.
