Page 57 of Retaliation
“Hey, Beau. They’re with me.”
She waved in our general direction, and I pursed my lips in annoyance.
Beau’s face softened. “Hey, crazy. It’s busy down there.”
He opened the door and stepped aside for her, and I immediately followed, making sure the bouncer understood who Sara belonged to.
“Awesome. I’ve got something new for tonight.” She grinned and winked at Beau the Bouncer, who might wind up on a missing persons list if he didn’t avert his fucking eyes.
I threaded her arm through mine before she could walk any further and slip away from us. She rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight me, and my blood heated at her obedience. The others followed behind us. At the base of the stairs, there was another small landing and French doors with red, stained-glass windows. Two attendants opened the doors, their eyes widening when they registered exactly who was walking into the club.
Sara winked at the young men we passed, and I snarled at them until their attention returned to the four daemons walking at her side. I let my eyes sweep the crowd, looking unimpressed, even as I made note of any important faces. I knew Ty was doing the same behind me, always on alert for threats. My father made sure of that. Whether he wanted it or not, Ty was molded into my personal bodyguard, just as his father was to mine.
A perky girl in a pink wig rushed toward us, her tits bouncing in the small sequined one-piece she was wearing. I barely glanced at her, and she turned her attention to Sara.
“Hey, Josie.” Sara smiled, giving the girl a half hug as I refused to let go of her arm.
“H-hey, girl,” Josie stammered, her slanted brown eyes darting between the men crowding around Sara.
Sara turned toward me with a bored expression. “I’m assuming you’ve got a VIP booth here?”
I nodded curtly.
Sara rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion before turning back to the girl. “I can take care of them. Just have Ryan bring over a bottle of Ketel One on ice and a bottle of Jack. Five rocks glasses, stuffed olives, and cherries, please.”
Josie nodded quickly and sprinted to the bar. Sara tugged on my arm, and I let her lead us to the VIP booth closest to the stage where she would be performing. The room was a rough U-shape, and the VIP booths lined the walls on either side of the main stage. Of course she would know which booth belonged to us.
Dev pulled back the velvet curtains to reveal two small couches and an oversized lounge chair with a low glass table resting in the center. Ty settled into the chair, pulling Sara onto his lap. She wiggled her ass, and he growled, nipping her neck. Levi, Devon, and I moved to sit on the two smaller couches. A built young man came over with our drinks, expertly laying out the bottles of liquor, glasses, and garnishes Sara ordered. He wasn’t exactly young, only a couple years behind me, by the looks of him. What I didn’t like was his unfamiliar face. I knew everyone who worked here, but I did not recognize him. I made a mental note to look into his background later.
“Hey, Ryan.” She smiled, leaning across the table to speak to him. “It’s packed. Making good money tonight? ”
Ryan smiled back but wisely stepped away from Sara as we all glared up at him. “Yeah, doing alright. It’s a rowdy crowd. I’m sure they’ll go nuts when you show up on stage. Break a leg out there, Sara.”
Sara’s smile turned devilish, and her turquoise eyes glanced my way before turning back to him. “Go find a seat! You won’t want to miss this show.”
Ryan laughed as he backed away from our booth. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”
Four sets of eyes locked on Sara, and she squirmed under the attention before sticking out her tongue at me. I snapped my hand out and grabbed it, pulling her face toward mine while Ty gripped her waist.
“Behave, sweetheart. Or I’ll take you back to The Towne House and chain you to the bathtub,” I growled low enough so only she could hear.
I chuckled as her curses slurred with her tongue locked between my fingers. I released it, wiping my fingers covered in her spit on her pants, and sat back with a smirk while she scowled at me.
“Someone make me a drink,” Sara ordered, breaking eye contact first.
Levi sat forward, icing up a glass of vodka with a blue cheese olive. Dev leaned forward and picked a cherry out, dipping it in his whiskey and reaching out, pressing it to her lips.
“Open your mouth, devil girl,” Devon teased, his eyes following her full lips.
Sara’s scent changed as her eyes filled with lust, and my dick twitched. Her tongue curled around the cherry, sucking it from Dev’s fingers. Ty rocked Sara’s hips against his dick and groaned.
“Close the curtain, pet,” Ty whispered for only us to hear. “I want to suck a cherry out of her sweet little cunt.”
Sara laughed, wiggling against him. “I’ve got to go get dressed. I’m on in twenty minutes.”
I grabbed Sara’s drink and my own, offering her my arm as I stood. “Let’s go then.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “I can’t even go to my dressing room without a bodyguard?”
