Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Jesus, fucking finally,” Micah barks. “I was about to come bang on your damn door.”
“Sorry, I was—”
“Doesn’t matter. Ricky called. Two of your women were left for dead last night. One died, but one survived.”
“My women?” I ask, confused as hell, since the only woman on my mind is sleeping in the bed under my roof.
“Issa and Olga.”
Fuck, he’s referring to two of my dancers who also work at the sex club. “What the fuck happened and why wasn’t I called?” I bark. “Where are they now?” I rush to get dressed. The women who work at my club know they’re safe. This never should’ve happened.
“He called me because I’m his point of contact.”
“They’re my girls! What the hell did he do to them?”
“It wasn’t Ricky. I’m leaving to speak to him now.”
“I’ll meet you in the garage.”
“Issa didn’t make it,” Micah says once I get into his SUV. “Olga did, but she’s in rough shape. Ricky has her at his place with a private doctor.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“That’s what we’re about to find out.”
When we get to Ricky’s, we’re patted down, and Micah’s asked to leave his gun with security. He glares but obeys, and then we’re brought back to Ricky’s office.
“Stay calm,” Micah says before we enter. “If Ricky did this, he wouldn’t have contacted me.”
“Gentleman,” Ricky says, standing to shake our hands.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask, getting straight to the point, because screw staying calm.
“From what I’ve gathered, the women were hired for a private party. Two of my men were invited...Friends of friends.” He shrugs. “When they got there, the women were being fucked in every hole. Nothing unusual for that type of party. But then they noticed the women were tied up and crying, begging to be let go. Both high as kites.”
“They don’t do drugs.” I have the girls tested on a regular basis. “Who did this?” I growl, my entire body vibrating with anger.
“According to Olga...You.”
“What?” I bark, standing so abruptly, my chair flies backward.
“I’m not saying you did this,” Ricky states calmly. “But whoever did, wanted the women to think you were hosting a party and invited them to attend. They showed up and quickly realized you weren’t there, but it was too late. They were tortured and fucked and then beaten and left for dead at the marina.”
“Who found them?” Micah asks.
“My men followed them.”
“And the guys who dropped them off?” I ask.
“We’re looking for them now. They took off after dumping the bodies while my guys were focused on saving the women.”
I nod in appreciation. “Did they hear anything at the party? Who might be responsible for this?”
“Only your name was mentioned, but I’m looking into it. I don’t find it to be a coincidence that my men were invited to a party they thought you were hosting only weeks after my shipment was ambushed and our men were killed.”
“Fuck,” Micah hisses. “Someone is trying to fuck with us. Possibly pit us against each other.”
“Anyone come to mind who might hate you?” Ricky asks. “Normally, I’d say it’s business-related, but leaving two women for dead on your doorstep? That screams personal.”
“No damn clue,” Micah tells him, “but we’re going to find out.”
“And when we do, whoever is fucking with us is dead,” I add, because Ricky is right, this shit just got personal. It’s one thing to fuck with us and our business, but to go after two innocent women. Fuck that.
After discussing this a bit more, Ricky takes us to see Olga, who’s barely awake, but who will thankfully—according to the doctor—make a full recovery.
“It goes without saying that I’ll cover all of this,” I tell Ricky, referring to the cost of the doctor and making sure Olga is taken care of. I’ll also be contacting Issa’s family to cover the cost of her funeral expenses.
“I need to hold a meeting at the club,” I tell Micah once we’re back in the vehicle. “Those women never should’ve agreed to a private party outside of Elite or Wanderlust.”
“I’m putting extra security on Sienna and the girls,” Micah says.
Speaking of which...Micah’s phone, which is hooked up to Bluetooth, goes off, and he clicks answer. “Hellcat, everything okay?” I can hear the worry in his voice. This has shaken him up. Before he became a family man, shit like this would’ve gotten his adrenaline rushing, but since Sienna and his daughters, he works hard to make sure this type of stuff doesn’t happen so his family isn’t placed at risk.
“Yeah, you left without waking me up.” I can practically hear the pout in her voice.
“I’m sorry,” he tells her. “Some shit hit the fan at work, and Lincoln and I had to go deal with it.”
“Oh, Lincoln’s with you? Perfect! Your parents want to meet for brunch. I’ll text you the location. We’re on our way, and Ellie’s meeting us there too.”