I watch one of the girls rubbing and grinding her shit on the pole. She does it fucking good. The door opens, shining in the daylight. Ollie walks in with Chad and Harvey behind him. Ollie and Chad take a seat, but Harvey is standing stock still, watching the girl on the pole.
I raise my eyebrows and chuckle. “Fucking good, huh?”
He doesn’t hear me so I kick his shin. “Harv?” I laugh. “I said she’s fucking good, huh?”
He laughs, rubbing his hand over his beard. “Yeah, not bad,” he gruffs out. I keep smiling at him, not bad my fucking left nut. The man was hypnotized in minus two seconds.
“I need to fill you boys in on something,” Zane says, pulling his seat into the table a little more.
“It’s Felix. I’m not sure how good his intentions are anymore. One of Ade’s jobs was given via Felix. The job that just so happened to set off the train of events that occurred with the girls. I need to tread carefully, though, there’s still a chance that—one, it could be a coincidence, or two, he may not have had a choice.”
I laugh, then take a swallow of my drink. “Your second point is not valid. You always have a choice. And if he didn’t, he should have come to us and we would’ve handled it as a club. Not bitch out on us and almost have our girls killed.”
“He wouldn’t, surely he wouldn’t,” Harvey says in disbelief.
“I don’t know. He’s been acting a little strange lately. Someone who won’t kill him. Ade needs to confront him,” Ollie says.
“That’s me, I will have no problem. I just need to give you boys a heads up as to what’s going on,” Zane states.
Blake walks in, with obvious stress around his eyes. “Fuck, this parenting shit is hard work. Vicky is fucking full time. She’s killing me slowly. I shit you not,” he says, waving over the bartender.
Vicky has been riding Blake, a little rough since the girls were taken. She wants him out and we all know it, even if she hasn’t admitted that yet. There’s no way I would leave the club, not even for Kalie. As long as you know what you’re walking into, you have no excuse to bitch out. And if I ever get Kalie under me again, you’d have a higher chance of hitting the lottery five times before I ever let her go again.
Zane fills Blake in as he did with the rest of us, and by the end, Blake is ready for war.
“We go there now and ask him. No more fucking waiting around Zane.”
I shake my head. “I got somewhere to be. I’ll be back tonight.”
Zane looks to me from the other side of the table. “Everything good?”
I nod my head. “Yeah.” Standing up, I throw the rest of my whiskey back. “I have a ghost to bury.”
Arriving at the destination where Sandra sent me, I look down to my phone before gazing back at the building again. It’s a big industrial building. Looks average, and if you drove past it on the street, nothing would stand out. I walk up to the metal door and knock on it a few times. It opens up to Sandra standing there, her blonde hair tied in a tidy knot on the top of her head, with her pearl earrings and straight suit. She’s exactly how you’d imagine someone in her line of power to look.
“Come in, Ade.” She gestures inside the building and I walk in, removing my gloves and looking around.
“He here?” I ask, looking behind my shoulder.
She nods her head. “Yes, but I don’t want you to mess him up. We need him, alive.”
I laugh. “Yeah, we will see about that.”
“I’m serious, Ade. Abide by these rules.”
“You still have a thing for him, don’t you?” I ask her.
Sandra Fisick and my mother were best friends growing up, some say she had a thing for my dad and that’s why their friendship ended.
She tilts her head. “I never had a thing for him, Ade, and I need him alive. He’s an asset. We can use him to bring down his entire family operation.”
I nod my head, deciding to drop it because I can’t be fucked with the drama of it.
She smiles a small smile at me then walks ahead. “Follow me.”
I follow her through the empty space and it’s large and cold. There are a few cars parked inside but nothing else. Once we reach the beginning of the stairs, I follow her up to a loft. She stops at the top and I move around her, putting Frank, or Kazimir in my direct line of sight. He’s sitting on a sofa in front of me. When he sees me, he smiles and gets up from where he’s sitting.
“Sit back down, this won’t take long,” I say moving across the room.
“Ade,” Sandra warns from behind me.
I look over my shoulder and smirk at her, making her blush.