Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“What do you think?”
“I think you need to find another job.”
Of course that was what he thought. And how often he mentioned it was starting to worry her.
She had a relationship in the past where the man was controlling and she vowed never again. She wanted full control of her own life.
Her boyfriend at the time hated that she was stripping and told her if she didn’t stop, he’d leave. She didn’t stop and she didn’t shed a tear when he walked out the door. That was after she packed his damn bags for him.
This was her life and she’d live it how she wanted. If anyone didn’t like it, they could kindly fuck off.
So, Rez needling her to quit was starting to get under her skin.
They’d only been sleeping together for the last couple of weeks. They weren’t in any kind of serious relationship. Hell, they weren’t even in any kind of relationship at all, except as friends.
And sex partners.
It had been fun, exciting and satisfying. It would suck if she had to quit him completely. But if she had to, she would, because no man was going to dictate how she lived her life.
None.
Even a sex-on-a-stick cop named Antonio Alvarez.
She traced her fingernail along the outer edge of his ear. “I’m guessing you’re not opening a club anytime soon so I have another place to work when I quit this job?”
“Mel’s working on that.”
“And what do I do in the meantime? Find some sugar daddy to take care of me?”
“If you’re looking for a sugar daddy, then you’re sitting on the wrong lap.”
“That’s the thing. I’m not. I like paying my own bills, making my own decisions and being independent.”
“I have no doubt about that,” he murmured.
“I don’t want a man, rich or otherwise, telling me what I can and cannot do.”
“I hear that, too.”
“Then, you should heed that warning,” she said in a low tone. She planted a hand on his shoulder and climbed from his lap. He didn’t drop his arm from around her, in fact, his fingers dug deeper into her hip to keep her from moving away.
“Now… I need to go get ready. I’m expected on stage soon.”
“You can’t jump ship early?”
“To slide up and down your mast?” She winked at him.
He chuckled. “Well, you do raise my sails.” When she leaned over and brushed her lips lightly over his, his fingertip brushed over her exposed cleavage. “That’s some damn impressive tape.”
“It’s good for sealing mouths shut, too.”
He laughed. “If I disappear, that means so did T-Bone. I’m going to follow him if he leaves to see where he lands.”
“Sounds like fun. On that note, I’m going to go work a pole and see if I can empty the three wallets that are left in the club. If you’re still here when I’m done, I’ll check in with you later.”
“If you’re looking for a big, fat tip, you don’t have to look far. I’ve got one to give you, it just won’t be green.”
“I sure hope not. If it is, you have bigger problems than the dickhead prospect who just slipped out back while you were distracted with my boobs.”
She had to take a quick step back as he surged from the booth. She shook her head as he practically sprinted for the door.
Chapter Eighteen
Rez lost him. By the time he got out to his assigned task force vehicle and drove around to the back of the club, the fucker was long gone.
Reynolds informed him by text that T-Bone had headed west, but was unable to read the rusty plate. However, Rez’s fellow task force member did identify the vehicle as an old Chevy Caprice, dark brown in color with patches of oxidized metal where the paint was missing.
That tracked with the vehicle seen at both Good Samaritan Medical Center and also at the Wolf Den.
Since that opportunity went down the toilet, that meant Rez would be hanging out at The Peach Pit more often now, even when not doing repairs. He also wouldn’t be parking out front.
Lesson learned.
In fact, Decker, Finn and Rez now planned on taking turns sitting surveillance near the club’s employee parking lot whenever his vehicle was seen there on camera or Sapphire gave Rez a heads up that prospect came into work.
They needed to tail him, see where he went—if somewhere other than the Wolf Den—and then see if they could locate Sadie.
With Nox and Rez working almost every damn day at the Demons’ clubhouse, they knew the prospect hadn’t been staying there at night. He also hadn’t showed his face there at all since that other day.
The sucker was slimy and kept slipping away.
They’d find him.
Normally, they’d have to dig deep for patience and wait for the right opportunity, but Sadie might not have that time.
If she was still breathing.