Page 67 of Retribution
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Cobra
Cobra pulled upinto his usual space and looked up at the oversized red neon sign for the Satin Dolls Gentlemen’s Club. The lot was pretty much filled, and he saw his brothers’ bikes lined up on the southside of the building.
He turned off the engine and stared at the tan stucco exterior as a whippet of wind shifted through his cut. Thick clouds covered the night sky and in the not too far distance, Cobra heard the steady rumble of thunder. The scent of rain permeated the heavy air, and he hoped it wouldn’t pour before they got to Big Pat’s house.
He jumped off the Harley and walked inside the dimly lit club. Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch” blared from the speakers as two naked women pranced around the stage, one of them wrapping her body around the pole. The scent of weed and strong booze curled around him and Cobra squinted as he looked for his friends.
“Hey, honey.” Long fingernails scratched over his biceps. “It’s been a while.”
The strong smell of roses tickled his nostrils, and Cobra turned his head.
“Hey, Cheetah.”
“Jenny’s on her way. Can I get you a drink?” The woman leaned in close to him, her tits practically pressed against his chest.
Cobra stepped back. “A shot of Jack would be great.”
“Will do.” Cheetah brushed past him.
“Now, she’s got a fine ass,” Iron said.
Cobra glanced at the woman’s swaying rounded globes and shrugged.
“Dude, you gotta admit, she’s got some movement going there.” Iron dragged his eyes to Cobra’s.
“I guess. Where are Breaker and Brute?”
“Breaker’s in the john, and Brute’s getting a private dance with a real sweet number. He should be done real soon.”
“Hiya, Cobra.” Jenny gave his arm a squeeze.
“Jenny,” he tugged her into a hug. “How’ve you been?”
“Okay. I was hoping you’d stop by.”
He ran his hand over his face. “Yeah, sure. We should go somewhere private. I’ve got something I wanna ask you.”
Jenny’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go to one of the rooms. I’ll give you a special dance.” She leaned in closer.
He gently pushed her away. “I got some business I wanna discuss with you. I don’t have time for a dance.”
“Here you go, honey,” Cheetah said, handing Cobra his drink.
“Thanks.” He placed a twenty on the tray. “Keep the change.”
Iron snagged the woman’s wrist. “I could use another drink, baby.”
“You ready to go?” Jenny asked Cobra.
“Yeah.” He turned to Iron. “I’ll be back in a few. Sit tight.”
“Have fun.” Iron smacked him on the back.
Cobra weaved through the people and followed Jenny down a long hallway that smelled of many perfumes, cigars, and hair spray. He was familiar as hell with the club, and that’s how he’d first met Jenny. For his taste, she was the prettiest dancer in the place, and after several private lap dances, Cobra had found that he enjoyed her company, so they’d hooked up for a while. It had been almost a year since he’d broken off their arrangement, but they remained friends, sometimes with benefits. Mostly, he’d been helping her out financially, since she was a single mother and stripping made her an easy target for lowlife scum, stalkers, and assholes who thought their money bought them more than a quick dance. Cobra knew that Jenny would jump at the chance to be back in a relationship with him, so he had to make sure he didn’t give her the wrong impression.
“Here we go,” she said, opening the door to theChampagne Suiteroom.
