Chapter 1
“I want to see King,” Colton told the bouncer standing in the doorway. The impassive bouncer talked into the headphone in his ear.
“Corner booth.” Backing up, he let Colton through the doorway.
Colton could see that King had changed the décor since he was last there. The booths had been replaced with leather couches and tables, leaving one booth to remain in the room; the one in the back corner.
Passing through a maze of tables, he ignored the faces of King’s customers, all focused on the stripper dancing on the stage. Colton kept his eyes from her. As soon as he left here, he would make a few phone calls until he found a woman willing to take care of the need driving his body. Colton, who had begun having sex when he was thirteen and had a ready supply by the time he was sixteen, had just suffered through the last three years with nothing. It had been torturous.
“King.” Colton stood in front of the table, facing the man who had helped him save Tessa from jail time. He wasn’t looking forward to paying back the favor. King had waited three years for his repayment; fucker wasn’t even giving him a day of freedom before calling in his marker.
“Colton, have a seat.” King sat with a whiskey in front of him. “You look good. I thought you would look half-starved.”
He had actually gained a few pounds in prison, using his free time to work out and sculpt his lean frame into pure muscle.
“I heard you didn’t have too hard of a time,” King queried.
“You know I didn’t. You kept me loaded on the commissary so I could trade for shit. Even heard that you put out the word not to touch me.” Colton let King know he was aware of how big a debt he owed.
King shrugged, neither admitting nor denying the rumor.
“What do you want King?” Colton decided to come to the point.
King’s eyes narrowed as he leaned back in the booth. “I need you to watch over a woman for me.”
“Why do you need me to do that? You have enough men working for you that are more capable than me,” Colton looked pointedly around the room at King’s men. Hell, the bouncer at the door would be the only protection anyone would need.
“It’s the dancer on the stage.”
Colton’s eyes reluctantly went to the stage. Under the lights he saw a brunette woman that had him gripping the table. She was fucking gorgeous with her long, shapely legs and perfect breasts under the see-through, black, flimsy dress that stopped at the top of her thighs. The dress was completely sheer, allowing every man in the room to see her luscious breasts. A tiny black patch over her pussy was the only thing hidden from view. She turned her back to the audience, showing an ass that made his already hardening cock thicken behind his jeans.
“Who the fuck is that?” Colton could already envision himself driving his dick into her pussy while those long legs wrapped around his waist.
“That is Vida, she’s Goldie’s daughter.”
Colton’s cock deflated. “Fuck.” She was younger than she looked on the stage. The lights and heavy make-up made her appear older.
King took a drink of his whiskey, satisfied with his reaction.
“She old enough to be working for you?” Colton questioned.
“She’s twenty-three; a senior at WLU, getting a computer science degree.”
“Why is she working for you? To pay her tuition?” Colton asked in disgust. Not for the young girl, but towards King for hiring her.
King’s lips thinned further, his hand tightening on his glass.
“Watch yourself, Colton. I’m giving you a certain amount of leeway because I want you to do this favor for me, but as you said yourself, I do have other options.”
Colton bit back his retort. “What is she shaking her titties for then? I would think that even you wouldn’t want Goldie’s daughter on that stage. She would turn over in her grave if she knew her kid was working for you.”
“I agree. That’s where you come in. I can only offer a certain amount of protection when she’s not at the club. When she is here, I can’t show favoritism among the women. She is expected to perform the same jobs as the other women. If you take her, then she will be safe without having to use me as protection and as you said, stop shaking her titties.”
Fuck, Colton looked back toward the stage at the young woman dancing. She looked like her mother except for the hair. The natural sultriness that she had seemed to inherit in spades was driving the men nuts. Goldie had been one of King’s strippers when he had first started in the business. Colton had been a randy twenty-year-old when he had seen her on the stage. There hadn’t been a man breathing who could look at Goldie and not want her, she had been that gorgeous. She had earned her stage name because she had a heart of gold. Anyone who said that strippers were cold-hearted had never met Goldie. It was a fucking shame her daughter was on that stage.