Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Her mouth gaped open. “On the house?”
Rage sighed. “Gonna slip you a Benjamin if you’re able to get him the fuck back there.”
Her eyes lit up and the predatory smile returned. “I won’t have any problem convincing him.”
Yeah, she was good at that. That was why he chose her over the other half dozen girls working the floor. “Good. Then fuckin’ prove it.”
“You got it, boss.”
Rage held her back for a second. “You get him in there, make sure the chair’s facin’ away from the door, hear me?”
She stared at him for a few seconds before murmuring, “Loud and clear, boss. Can I tell him it’ll be full nudity and include a hand job?”
“Tell him whatever the fuck you need to. Just get him back there. Expect a visitor.”
“For—”
“No. “ Rage shook his head. “No questions ‘cause you don’t wanna know the fuckin’ answers.” She’d know them soon enough.
She stared at him for another second before giving him a single nod and strutting her stuff over to the biker. Because of her crazy-ass, sky-high platform heels, her hips rocked and rolled enough to cause a damn earthquake.
Just like Cinnamon’s tits were big enough to fuck, so was Luscious’s dump truck of an ass.
But he wasn’t falling for that fucking trap.
“Plan?” Rooster asked, barely loud enough to be heard over the DJ’s music when he came over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Rage.
“Gonna need cleanup in whatever room Lucious takes him.”
“Ain’t nothin’ new.”
“Not that kinda cleanup.”
It took a minute for what Rage meant to hit Rooster. “Think that’s smart?”
“Want that motherfucker to take intel back to the fuckin’ Souls?”
Rooster sucked on his teeth. “No.”
“There you fuckin’ go. Once they go in the back, need you to keep watch.”
“Guess you’re doin’ the dirty deed?”
Rage raised his eyebrows. “You wanna?”
“Prefer not to take a long vacation in the joint and never see my kids or fuck my ol’ lady again.”
That was what he thought. “Solid decision.”
“My woman would fuckin’ think so, too. All right. Got your back, brother.” Rooster wandered away but kept eyes locked on Luscious and the biker.
It didn’t take long for Luscious to work her magic, but a free lap dance and hand job was pretty fucking motivating for almost anyone with a dick.
Rage tracked Luscious as she led the Twisted Soul toward the back rooms. Before they disappeared, she quickly held up three fingers behind her back.
Yeah, he picked the right stripper to help.
His impatience grew by the second as he waited so Luscious had enough time to get the man settled. A few minutes later, when his skin felt like it was about to split open, Rage headed toward the back and approached room three.
Rooster was propped against the wall right outside the hallway entrance that led to the back, and in that hallway near the private rooms, Gerbil also leaned against the wall as he worked security for the evening for any private lap dances.
It was dangerous for the girls to be naked in a closed room when they were entertaining horny motherfuckers. A lot of men didn’t know what the fuck boundaries were. The whole reason they needed to have someone standing right outside the room.
Some assholes needed a harsh lesson on that.
Rage would make sure they received that education, got tossed out on their asses, and told never to return.
Going all the way back to when Dawg, an OG, managed the club, keeping the girls safe was priority over profits. Taking care of the strippers was one way to keep the club’s stable full. Word got around that the dancers at Heaven’s Angels were taken care of, guaranteeing they never had a shortage of talent.
“Keep everyone else out,” Rage mouthed to the prospect when he stopped in front of room three.
Gerbil gave him a chin lift and pushed away from the wall to be on the alert.
This would be a damn good test for the prospect. They shouldn’t be bothered by death or destruction and should even be willing to take part in it.
He slipped his knife free of his pocket again, flipped it open, and leaned in closer to the door to listen. The music was loud enough to be easily heard. That meant Luscious was doing her thing and keeping the biker’s attention occupied.
Rage slowly turned the door knob and cracked the door open enough to make sure the biker wasn’t facing the door. He wasn’t. He was fully focused on Luscious shaking her bare booty in his face.
He opened the door wider, hoping like fuck the hinges didn’t need any WD-40, then quietly slipped inside the room and softly closed the door to avoid any witnesses.
Besides Luscious.
He was so damn proud of how completely professional she was handling the situation. She didn’t give the Twisted Soul any unintended visual clues that someone had joined them in the room.