Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,187

back up and then he was off of me, walking over to the door and throwing it open.

Ava stood there in a tiny sparkly pink string bikini, her nipples like gumdrops through the fabric. “Sorry,” she said. “But your uncle’s here and he’s acting like a dick.”

“What are you talking about?” Colt demanded.

“He’s out on the floor,” she said. “He was giving one of the girls a hard time.”

Colt was out the door in a flash, weaving through the hallways toward the front of the club. I followed him, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

Out in front of the main stage, the lights were down low and a girl named Amber was on stage dancing to a slow beat. The strobe lights passed across the floor lazily. The club wasn’t busy yet – it wouldn’t heat up until around eight or nine, and then get progressively busier from there.

I spotted Colt’s uncle right away. He was sitting at a table toward the middle of the club, dressed in a black leather jacket and nursing a beer.

I watched as Colt approached him. The two men talked, their heads bowed, both of them looking serious.

“What’s going on?” I asked once Colt came back to where I was standing on the side of the room, where the curtain separated the main from the back corridor. “What did he say?”

“He claims he’s just stopping by for a beer.” But Colt didn’t sound sure. He looked over his shoulder to where Mick was sitting. Mick looked harmless enough, just sitting there, watching the girl on the stage move lazily to the beat as she reached up and unhooked her tiny bikini top, her large breasts falling out.

But then he took a pull from his beer and his snakelike tongue licked his bottom lip, and an involuntary shiver moved up my spine. I remembered what Colt had said, how his uncle had beat him, and my anger burned bright.

“And you believe him?” I asked.

“No.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“You should go back to the big office,” he said, ignoring my question. “The other one, the one where you auditioned for me. Wait for me back there until the end of the night, watch TV until it’s time to go home.”

“Okay.” I swallowed. “But what are you going to do?”

“Nothing. I’m going to let him finish his beer, and then once he leaves I’ll instruct security not to let him in here again.”

I nodded.

“I have to go check on the kitchen delivery,” Colt said, and the teasing tone he was using on me just a few minutes ago in the office was completely gone. Now his voice was tense and controlled. “I’ll come check on you in an hour or so.”

“Okay.”

He pushed through the curtain and turned left down the corridor and back toward the kitchen.

Suddenly, I realized I didn’t want to go back to the office and watch TV.

Something inside of me was telling me that I needed to stay out here. I wasn’t sure why – it was like some kind of weird premonition.

So instead of going back to the office, I took a seat in the back. I ordered a diet coke from a passing cocktail waitress, then sat back and waited.

Uncle Mick didn’t leave after one beer, like he’d promised.

Instead, he ordered drink after drink, getting more and more drunk. I watched as shot after shot was served to him, each waitress looking more and more disturbed as she gave him more alcohol, none of them wanting to be the one who had to tell him that he was cut off.

I was just about to go to the back and get Colt, to tell him that Uncle Mick hadn’t left yet, that he was still drinking, when all hell broke loose.

Mick called one of the girls over, one of the waitresses. Loose Cannons had a strict don’t-touch policy when it came to waitresses, but apparently Uncle Mick didn’t think that applied to him, because before I knew what was happening, he’d grabbed the girl’s breast through her uniform.

I gasped and was immediately out of my chair, moving toward the hallway to get Colt.

But the bartender must have already radioed back to Colt and told him what was happening, because before I could get out of my chair, he was walking out from the back, striding over to his uncle with a determined look on his face.

“Come on,” Colt said, his eyes blazing. “You’re done.”

“No, I’m not.” Mick stood up, and