Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Jagger shook his head as he grumbled, “Stubborn ass.”
“Damn straight.”
Deciding it was time to change the subject, he asked, “How are things going down at the club?”
“Good. Busier than ever. So much so, we’ve decided to hire a couple more girls to the lineup.”
“That’s gotta be tough,” Jagger mocked. “Having to check out all those hot chicks for the guys.”
“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
“You realize you’re saying that to a man who hasn’t seen an ass or a set of tits in almost three years.”
“Damn.” I grimaced. “Sorry, brother. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Don’t sweat it. I was just fucking with ya.”
“Yeah, but I know that shit can’t be easy.” Since he opened that door, I used the opportunity to ask, “Have you seen or talked to Sadie lately?”
Sadie was Jagger’s ol’ lady. They’d been together since high school and were good together. Where he was standoffish and often hard-edged, she was sweet and outgoing. She kept him grounded, and he loved her for that. We all thought they’d end up married with kids and the whole nine yards, but after a few months of Jagger behind bars, they’d called it quits. He’d never admit it, but we all knew it wasn’t an easy decision for him. He loved her, and they could’ve had a real future together, but being in prison changed him. The longer Jagger was locked up, the more closed off he became. He tried to convince himself and everyone else that he no longer wanted any part of the outside world. His face was void of expression when he answered, “You know I haven’t.”
“Because you pushed her away.”
“She had no business hanging on to me or to what we had. That shit ended the second I was put behind bars.” Anguish marked his face. “We had a good thing, but it’s over. Been over for a long time. Seeing or talking to her isn’t gonna change that.”
Before I could say anything more, the guard called out, signaling our time was up. Jagger quickly stood, then bro-slapped my bicep. “Guess that’s my cue. It was good to see ya, brother.”
“Good to see you too.” When he started to walk away, I called out to him, “Take care of yourself back there, and let us know if you need anything.”
“You know I will.”
I waited until he was out of view before going back through security. As soon as I made it out to the parking lot, I got on my bike and headed to Stilettos. I had a long day ahead of me, and I wanted to get an early start on the bar inventory. On the way over, I couldn’t stop thinking about Jagger. I hated that he was stuck in that fucking place when any one of us would’ve done the same thing in his situation. It was a no-win predicament, but I wasn’t giving up. I’d keep at it until I found some way to get him out of there.
Thoughts of Jagger were still rattling through my head when I pulled up to the back door of the club. I was so out of sorts I didn’t notice Hawk in the parking lot until he called out to me, “Yo, Menace. What are you doing here? I thought you were going out to see Jagger.”
“I was, and I did.”
“How was he?”
“He’s been better.” I unlocked the door. “He was involved in some kind of altercation but wouldn’t tell me much about it. Just that he had it handled.”
“This something Viper needs to be aware of?”
“Jagger would say no, but yeah, he needs to know.” Following me inside, I told him, “This thing didn’t directly involve Jagger, but he stepped in. So, like it or not, he’s in it now.”
“Damn.” Hawk was the club’s sergeant-at-arms. His job was to keep the club and the brothers safe and in order, and to make sure they followed the rules. It was difficult to do that when one of us was behind bars. I could see the concern in his eyes when he said, “I’m about to head back to the clubhouse. I’ll talk to him and see how he wants to handle this.”
“Sounds good.”
We walked into my office, and I sat down at my desk while Hawk remained standing and asked, “So, how many girls you planning on hiring this week?”
“Three or four. Maybe even five. I’m still working on the numbers to figure out just how many we need.”
“Well, Country and Lynch have volunteered to help out if you need a hand sorting through any of the applicants.”
“Oh, yeah?” I chuckled. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
“All right, then. I’ll leave you to it.” Before he walked out of my office, he joked. “I gotta say, you really got it made, brother.”
I wasn’t surprised Hawk felt that way. He wasn’t the only one. Every one of my brothers envied my role at the strip club, but it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. There was a time when a great pair of tits and the provocative sway of woman’s hips would’ve had my dick roaring to life. I’d hammer one out with one chick, then move to the next. It didn’t take long to learn that I wasn’t just looking for strippers with great tits and ass. I also had to find chicks who knew how to dance and had a good head on their shoulders. I didn’t need them bringing all their fucking troubles knocking at our door. Trust me when I say it wasn’t an easy task, but I knew better than to try and convince my brothers of that. I’d just be wasting my breath, so I just did what needed to be done and kept my mouth shut.