Page 128 of Finding Us
Connor: Please don’t tell me you are at the strip club?
Jaz: Okay, I won’t.
“Give me that,” I snap, snatching his phone out of his hand. Adrenaline is thundering through my body as I press call. “What the hell, Jacinta,” I bark the moment she answers. I hear a little squeak on the other end and then the line goes dead. “She hung up on me.” I press call again, but this time it goes straight to voicemail. “She’s turned her phone off.”
“What are we going to do?” Connor asks. “I can’t go there … she’s my sister and seeing her … you know … I’d have to gouge out my eyes if I did.”
“Can you watch Blake for me?”
“Yes.”
I look down at my clothes. “I’m going to have to run upstairs and have a quick shower and change. I smell like fish guts, and I doubt they’ll let me in dressed like this.”
“Do you know which club she’s at?” Connor asks.
“Shit, no. She went there with Cassandra one night to watch Candy perform, but I never asked the name of the place.”
“Okay, you go shower and I’ll call Cass and get the details for you while you’re gone.”
I’m seething by the time I make it back down to their apartment. “Here’s where she is,” Connor says, handing me a piece of paper. “Cass could only give me a name, so I googled the address for you.”
“Thanks.” I hand him the bag I’m holding and take the piece of paper.
“What’s this?”
“Blake’s pyjamas … just in case I end up in jail for killing someone tonight.”
“I hope you’re not referring to Jaz?”
“Of course not, but rest assured I’m going to spank her arse when I get my hands on her though.”
“Dude, fuck” he groans, throwing back his head. “Did you really have to go there? She’s my sister remember. That’s an image I do not need in my head.”
“My bad.”
I’m already punching the address into my GPS on my phone as I jog towards the lift. I have no clue what I’m going to do when I get there but dragging her off that stage isn’t out of the question.
I have to circle the block a few times until I find a parking spot, but the second I do, I switch off the ignition and jump off my bike. It took me longer than expected to get here, the traffic in the city is always chaotic on Saturday nights. Especially in Kings Cross.
I’m clenching and unclenching my hands as I walk towards the entry. I need to calm the fuck down before I go inside. Losing my cool isn’t going to help my plight with Red, but I’m already struggling. What the fuck was she thinking? This is no place for a girl like her.
“Hey,” I say as I approach the guy at the front door.
“Hi.”
“My girl is dancing here tonight, and I’m here to get her.”
“Which one?” he asks.
“It’s her first night.”And her last if I have a say in it.“She’s filling in for Candy.”
“The blonde is your girl?” He lets out a long whistle and the caveman inside me wants to reach for his throat. “Nice.”
“Can I go in?”
“You’ll have to pay the cover charge first.”
I pull out my wallet. “How much?”
