Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Turning this shithole around is gonna be our best success yet.”
We both laughed, Tiny snorted. “You got a minute, Prez?” He changed his tone to something a little more focused.
I nodded. “Brother, always got time for you.” I extended my hand inviting him to sit in the chair across from my beat up old desk. Tiny never asked for shit. Him wanting my undivided attention, something serious was brewing in his head.
“You serious about the bunnies workin’ the hotel? Guys are for it, but I think they like the view more than the actual work that needs to be done,” he shook his head. “Cuz this shit could go sideways real quick.”
I nodded. “I get that. But we know them. Vetted their asses. They know the life. I’d rather deal with attitude from someone who has already signed into our world then someone off the street.”
“Gonna have to be real clear about boundaries. No turnin’ tricks. No parties without prior approval. No randoms hangin’ around.”
Again, I nodded. “They walk the line or they’re out. Not one of them bitches are gonna risk what they got with the Kings. Ain’t one of them come from a good life. We give them the best they ever had and I ain’t just talkin’ about dick. You feel me?”
What I said was the God’s honest truth. There wasn’t one woman tied to us that would risk crossing our rules. They understood the consequences.
Tiny cracked his knuckles and stood, “Alright. Just wanted to check your pulse on it as a brother and a leader. I have a few set up for some interviews and see who will fit the best. You gonna come by?”
“You want me there, I’ll come sit in.”
He hesitated before giving me a nod.
It was that simple. He was my brother, not by blood but by a code we both swore to. He wanted me somewhere, than that was where my ass would be.
End of it.
The common room of the clubhouse smelled like stale beer, leather, a hint of perfume, and body odor. It was the kind of scent if bottled not one motherfucker would ever willingly buy or use unless it was to torture someone. While it wasn’t a full on assault to the nose, it definitely was something that took some getting used to in order to not be taken aback by.
But it smelled like home to me, even if I hated to admit that shit. It was familiar and comforting. Inside these walls I could relax and turn off my brain for a moment.
By the time I stepped in, a handful of women were sprawled across couches and barstools, chatting away.
Tiny stood near the dartboard, arms folded, watching while waiting for me.
Scanning the room, the ones I knew could be trusted were here, that was good. Faye, all sharp eyes, long braided hair, perched herself at the edge of a pool table, eyes always locked to her man. Sweeper and Faye had that kind of love. She knew he belonged to her ass as much as he owned hers.
Jonesy sat cross-legged balanced on a barstool while twirling a strand of her brown hair around her finger. Trinity, Lexi, Tamra, Maria, and another girl who I hadn’t tasted yet and couldn’t remember her name sat lounged comfortably on the couches.
“Women,” I greeted, voice locked tight.
“Thrasher,” came from a few, “Prez,” from some others.
I leaned against the edge of the bar. “Club bought the Velvet Inn. Need some help. Legit job opportunity.”
A few nodded.
“Shit ain’t a party house. It ain’t a fuckin’ brothel either. Real jobs, cleaning, desk shit, social media, whatever is needed that doesn’t include sellin’ pussy. Bookings matter, rooms get cleaned, sheets changed, laundry done, and no fuckin’ drama.”
“You want us to play maid?” Trinity piped up from the other side of Jonesy.
Tiny jumped in before I could respond. “We want you to get paid for a regular job. It’s work. Not all day every day, but full time shifts and schedules and shit. But we want to keep it in the family. You bitches are family of sorts. We want to give the opportunity here.”
Faye shifted standing and moving closer to me. “Ladies, we do this right, it’s got potential. Hourly checks, shit you can have at a bank and buy a car on a loan or get a fuckin’ mortgage one day.”
Tiny nodded. “Plus bonuses you keep the guests happy and your mouths shut when the brothers are in the hotel.”
Trinity smirked and laid on her sex kitten whisper, “what kinda bonuses, Thrasher?”
I wasn’t a man to want to hit a bitch, but sometimes this one pushed my buttons. Fucked the whore once and I wouldn’t ever touch her again. She took crazy train to a whole different level and not in a good way. “Not the kind you’re implyin’,” I deadpanned.