The doctor I’d seen stateside a couple months later had confirmed I was sterile. He’d asked too many questions about where I’d had it done, so we didn’t exactly chat.
At the strip club? Dude, I’m not sure now is the time—He swerved across the open lane and into the dirt parking lot in front of the small, ridiculously pink building. Okay, well, you’re on your own, because Paisley will fucking kill… Holy shit.
He pulled into an empty spot. Right next to a bright yellow cabriolet with Colorado plates.What the hell do you think Sam is doing here?I’m going job hunting… Nothing good. Go home. I got this.
My feet hit the ground before Jagger killed the ignition. The Alabama heat matched my temper, both overrunning my senses. I swallowed back the immediate urge to rip the building to shreds and remembered that I didn’t have all the facts…yet.I opened the door, and the bouncer stood, eyeing me up before stepping back. We both knew I could have destroyed him if I wanted to. ID? he asked.
I handed mine over, and he scrutinized it, reading over my name several times while I did the same to his club. A skinny blonde was up on stage, wearing a cowboy hat and not much else, gyrating to a Kid Rock song while a few leering scumbags drooled.
Here you go, the bouncer handed my ID back and tried to size me up.Salem’s hand clenched on my thigh, and I knew what was coming. Coach, Ava is –
Once the brothel keeper is out cold, you’re free to join Ava. In the meantime, Jared and Damien will be with her, so don’t whine.It was obvious to me that he wanted to argue, but Salem was nothing if not loyal; he followed orders, even when those orders galled him. Do we let anyone live? he asked.
Only the keeper. I’ve got a lot of questions for her. I particularly want to know how many others are involved and where we’ll find them.Stuart, which side of the manor gives access to the stairs? asked Jared.