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Gunnar appeared in the doorway of the last bedroom, a couple of bricks clutched in his hands.
“What are you doing with those?”
He looked down and shrugged. “Compensation. We might as well take it since the rest is going to fucking go up in flames.”
“You don’t use.”
He gave me a cryptic smile, turned, and walked away. When he returned once more, he was holding a gas can. “Ready to light this thing up?”
The flames had begun consuming the house, and we watched it burn in its quaint little neighborhood, filling the air wasnoxious gas, making the flame of my revenge flicker that little bit more brightly.
“I know you’ve been getting a lot of pussy lately, but some of the boys are letting off steam at Muse. You coming?”
I hadn’t set foot in Muse before. Despite the club being in the possession of the Hunt for a month before I went inside, it had been closed for renovations, re-opening six weeks later. What did I know about it before we’d taken possession? It had had a reputation for debauchery and kink. The girls that chose to work there enjoyed the harder lifestyles and regularly participated in orgies with male clientele in the back rooms.
Gunnar and I parked out front and entered the club. The smell of cheap sex and even cheaper perfume hit my senses all at once. The dark paneling along the walls tried to imitate a classy, old-school gentleman’s club, while the stripper poles with shiny, reflective podiums gave its real purpose away. Each pole was occupied—some with a couple of girls. Each of them grinding against the cool metal, or one another. Men were sitting at tables surrounding the podiums with stacks of dollar bills and tumblers of whisky at their elbows. The music was a little too loud. The drinks a lot watered down. It was a veritable honey hole for the club, and one that earned its keep in the Savage Hunt’s portfolio.
A woman’s eyes lit up when she saw Gunnar walking through the club. Leaving behind the gentleman she was dancing on, she plastered herself to the side of his body, practically rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Gunnar wrapped his arm around her waist, causing the woman to giggle.
“Want me to blow you, baby?” she asked. “You said I could the next time I saw you.”
“Sure, sugar,” he replied, gripping her a little more tightly and whispering something into her ear. When he pulled back, she nodded with a vixen smile and scampered off.
We walked to the VIP section, where Kaash, Mac, Jaxon, Karter, and Kai were already sitting, drinking top-shelf bourbon from the bottle on the table. I raised my chin to Kaash in greeting—a gesture he returned, although it looked like the effort in civility had cost him something. Gunnar took a seat on the couch beside Kaash, and I took the only remaining armchair. As soon as Gunnar sat, the same woman from before returned with another in tow.
“Be sure Nick gets a happy ending tonight,” Gunnar said, shooting me a smile and a wink as the first girl settled on her knees in front of him.
The friend beelined for me, sitting down on my lap like I’d fucking invited her there. Even though my skin was crawling, I tolerated her wandering hands sliding over my chest.
“You want to fuck, baby?” she asked, her pupils blown and eating the blue of her irises, like she’d been doing lines in the back before coming out.
“No, sugar. I don’t.”
She pouted, twirling her mousy-brown hair around her index finger. “Gunnar is giving me extra to do whatever it is you want.” She walked her fingers down my stomach, her nails scraping against my shirt. Leaning in, she added in a low voice, “And I’m down to doanything. Come on, baby, what’s your kink? A little blood play? I’d let you bloody my flesh so you could get off.”
Even though I was seething, I made sure my voice was gentle when I said, “No, sugar.”
That pout made another return, and she swayed ever so gently in my lap… like she was listening to music only she could hear.
“How many nights do you work here?”
“As many as Kaash rosters me on for,” she replied, her grin growing slowly. “You want to know when you can see me again?”
“What’s your name?”
“Annie,” she replied, and I had a feeling that was her actual name—not some stage name bullshit like most of the girls here would use.
“Well, Annie, what if I said all I wanted to do was talk?”
Annie stared at me, confusion flitting behind her coked-up eyes. Then she smiled and gave an exaggerated wink. “Oh, you want totalk. Riiiggghhht.”
She stood on wobbly feet and pulled me to mine.
“Enjoy yourself,” Gunnar called out as I let Annie take me to the back of the club where those infamous rooms were. She led me down a long hallway until we reached a door with the sign ‘Blood Room’ on it.
For me, seeing a woman bloody was not my idea of fun, but there were some messed-up motherfuckers who got off on causing pain and blood play, and Muse catered for them well.
Inside, the room was cold, like the AC had been cranked to arctic and left there. The floor was shiny black tile, matching the walls. There was one couch and one armchair, each covered in thick black plastic. On the wall, there was a hose fitting as well as a drain in the center, allowing for an easy wash down. This was like some fucked-up fun house.
