Page 33 of Shadow's Surrender
“Your call,” Rock said, looking at him.
Shadow glanced over at Jonah, who had his gaze fixed on his drink, and then he took in Warren, who thought money was the answer to everything. “Fuck that,” he muttered under his breath as he shook his headno. “Your fuckin’ buddy’s outta here.”
Before Warren could reply, Rock dragged his friend away.
“You better make sure the asshole’s got a way to get home,” Shadow said.
Two of the men jumped up and dashed toward the front door.
“Did youreallyhave to do that? I mean, we know you’re an Insurgent and this club is owned by you guys, but you don’t have to be all badass about it,” Warren said as he slipped his wallet in his back pocket.
Anger pricked at Shadow’s skin. “That was your only chance for the night. Next time you say or do something stupid, you’ll be joining your buddy.” He turned around and stalked away, heading to the area behind the stage. He pushed the black curtain aside and squinted against the bright florescent lights.
“Hey, sexy,” Kitty said as she adjusted her sequined bra.
“Hey. Are all the girls back here?”
“I think so. What’s up?”
“I just want everyone to know that if any of those fuckin’ frat assholes say rude shit to any of you, come find me or any of the other Insurgents.”
Kitty ran her hand over her thigh-high stockings. “Uh … okay. Are my seams straight, sexy?”
She turned around and he glanced at the back of her legs. “They look fine. I meant what I said.”
“What’s going on?” Destiny wrapped a flimsy robe around her nakedness.
“Shadow’s just tellin’ us not to take any shit from the frat boys. Can I borrow your garter belt—the silver one. I forgot to bring mine tonight.”
“Sure—second drawer in my dressing table.” Destiny turned to Shadow. “Those guys are generous as hell. I’ve already made some good money from them, and Honeysuckle and Diamond have several private dances lined up with them.”
“Just don’t let them disrespect you. I’ll be watching, but the place is jammed tonight, so I can’t see everything—none of us can.”
“I can handle them. I got a dance with one of them now, so I gotta get my outfit on.” Destiny ran her hand over his. “You’re so sweet with the way you worry about us. I mean, all you guys make us feel safe and respected, but you go the extra mile. We all notice that and appreciate it a lot.”
Shadow stepped away. “Yeah … well, just pass the word along to the other dancers.”
The night passed quickly, and an hour before closing, Jax came over to Shadow and told him that his old lady called and their kid wasn’t feeling very good so he had to leave. Shadow took over Jax’s duty of watching the monitor in the private rooms to make sure the men behaved during their lap dance.
“Any problems?” he asked Danny, who was also watching the cameras. On busy nights, two people were needed to monitor the rooms since they always stayed full.
“Not really. Emma’s telling me the dancers are making a small fortune tonight.” Emma was Danny’s old lady, and she used to be a dancer until the club promoted her to manager several years ago.
“Here you go,” Honeysuckle said as she gave Shadow a bottle of beer. “I thought you’d be thirsty.” She looked down then back up until she caught his gaze. “How’ve you been?”
“Good.” He picked up the bottle and tipped it toward her. “And thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome. Maybe we can talk some after the place closes? I’ve got to do a private right now, but you’re sticking around ’til the end, right?”
“Yeah.” He took a few swigs of beer and watched as she left the small room.
“She’s got the hots for you, dude.” Danny chuckled. “Too bad Banger and Hawk have this ‘no fuckin’ the dancers’ rule. I’d kill to fuck Destiny and Kitty at the same time.”
Danny and Emma had an understanding that he could fuck any of the club girls at the club parties a couple of times of month, but hang-arounds and other citizen women were strictly off limits. It’d worked for them for over fifteen years.
“It’s a good rule because business and fucking don’t mix.” Shadow stared at the monitor and watched Honeysuckle walk inside the Boudoir Room with Warren Huntington following behind her. As Honeysuckle did her thing, Warren watched in fascination and everything seemed to be okay until Shadow spotted the dude pulling his cock out. Honeysuckle shook her head and said something, but Warren just laughed and yanked her to him.
“That’s it,” Shadow muttered.
