AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Besides, there are some rumors about Sully’s sexual preferences, and they’re definitely geared toward the opposite sex.
I watch them for a few minutes, noticing how Puck downs the bottles of beer like they’re water, and Sully whispering in his ear every so often.
After a while, Puck points at the stripper, and she about falls off the stage in an effort to get to him faster. She picks up the money he hands to her, leaning forward for a kiss. He hesitates for a second before cracking some joke, because they all bust out laughing.
She stands back up and shakes her ass all the way to the curtain they have to the side. The music changes in an instant, not as upbeat as before, but still loud as fuck. It sounds like some sultry version of a song from the nineties, Pony. I’m pretty sure it’s originally an R&B song, but this is slow rock. Strange.
As I analyze the song choices in this establishment, I miss the new stripper entering the stage.
“Give a warm and loud welcome to Ruby,” the announcer calls out to the patrons. “Louder,” he insists.
She has her back to us, and I am temporarily distracted by the definition in the muscles of her small back. She is thin but fit, and a lot stronger than people would assume given her size.
The breath gets knocked out of my chest when she throws her head back while hanging off the pole in the middle of the stage, elongating her neck. Her long dark hair looks like it’s past her ass now, which she teases with every so often as her hips start gyrating in perfect rhythm to the music.
I have an endless supply of women at my disposal, between the club whores and the strip club we always frequent. I also get hit on every time I am out and about. They love the idea of fucking a club member, thinking it’s as romantic as on a TV show.
With that said, I have never felt such an instant attraction to any of them. I have no idea what it is about the stripper on stage. I can’t even see her face clearly since I am pretty far.
“Snap the fuck out,” I mutter to myself, and stand up. It’s been long enough. It’s time I joined Winger and Devereaux, and I need a clear head for the meeting.
I nod to the security detail when I am close enough to the table. He moves out of the way, allowing me to have a seat.
“Mr. Hawk,” Devereaux greets me.
I have so many sharp replies to that, but decide to contain myself. He gets right to business without blinking.
“Thank you both for taking the time to meet with me today.”
He basically called our president and told him he’d blow us all up when we least expected it if we didn’t meet with him.
“Very gracious of you to extend the invitation,” I mutter.
There’s the beginning of a smile in the corner of his mouth, but it goes away just as quickly as it appeared.
“Very well,” he nods. “Now that we got the pleasantries out of the way, we can get to the main reason why I asked for this meeting.”
He stops talking and waits for us to acknowledge what he said. Both me and Winger stare back, neither one of us willing to give him anything.
I almost jump out of my skin when Devereaux’s lips spread into a grin, a genuine one at that.
“I like you guys.” He then turns to look at the beast guarding the table. “Malone, this was an excellent idea. Remind me to give you a raise.”
The man who we now know as Malone shakes his shoulders in laughter but never turns to look at us.
“Yes, boss.” His voice comes out incredibly deep and gravely.
Suddenly, the smile drops off Devereaux’s face. He looks us square in the eyes, without blinking. For a split second, I understand why he has the reputation that he does. I’m pretty sure he could make us disappear and no one would dare to ask where we are. It is obviously better to be his friend rather than his enemy.
“Bricks is a dead man walking,” he informs us in his most casual tone. “And he knows it.”
I did not expect him to be this direct about his motives of being here.
“Why do you need us?” I finally speak up. “Sounds like you’re not in short supply of resources to eliminate him.”
Devereaux smiles again. “But where would the fun in that be? Besides,” he shrugs. “I need someone who understands the club mindset. I also need to blow up that entire fucking club of theirs.”
Winger, who was in the process of opening his mouth to say something, literally chokes on his own spit.
