Page 85 of Down & Dirty: Rage

Rage had a feeling that might take a while.

But in the meantime…

“Gonna go out to the parkin’ lot and see what I can find. You see he’s about to leave, gimme a fuckin’ heads up.”

“You got it, brother.” Rooster slapped Rage on the back.

After one last glance at the possible biker, Rage took long strides out of the club’s entrance and searched the parking lot for any sleds he didn’t recognize.

There were four motorcycles scattered throughout the front lot, but only one was a Harley. He headed to the Softail first. Of fucking course, the leather saddlebags were locked.

Fuckin’ son of a bitch.

Rage slipped a folded knife from the front pocket of his jeans, flipped it open, and after double-checking first to make sure the lot was clear, he popped the cheap-ass lock.

When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he did the same on the other side.

Fuck yeah.

He pulled the cut out only far enough to confirm it belonged to the Souls, then shoved it back into the saddlebag.

He refrained from kicking the Harley over, despite the anger that was building inside him. Grinding his teeth, he went back into the club, and as soon as Rooster spotted him, Rage gave him a slight chin lift for confirmation.

Rooster’s lips flattened out.

Yeah, his club brother’s suspicions had been right. It seemed like the Souls were doing recon in Angels territory.

They only had one reason to do so.

It wasn’t a good one.

His gaze slid through the crowded club until he spottedLuscious flirting with a customer. Rage took long, determined strides over there, grabbed her arm, and pulled her aside. “Need a favor.”

Luscious’s smile turned from fake to predatory and she raked her long, fake-ass nails down his arm. “Anything for you, boss. Do you want to go in the back or upstairs?”

For fuck’s sake.“Ain’t what I meant.” He ignored her toothy smile turning into a dramatic pout. “See the guy with the long hair and ratty braid on the other side of the stage suckin’ down a beer?” He warned, “Don’t be obvious.”

Keeping her head still, Luscious only moved her eyes to check out the Soul. “I see him.”

“Go over and let him see you up close and personal. Want you to convince the motherfucker to take you into the back. Offer him a private lap dance on the house.”

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—”