Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,65
have, Renny. Admit it. They’re not going to expect some random girl the MC just met to come in, guns blazing. They’d expect me to be sitting at home hoping that one of you with a penis saves the day.”
I mean, there’s a chance the mercenaries will recognize me from the club, but they might not even be there. We have no other plan, and if I can help in some way, even if it’s just a little bit, I’m going to damn well do it.
“He’s going to kill us,” Renny says, looking behind at the rest of the crew. “You’re all aware of this, right. He’s going to go Hulk Smash and destroy us.”
“Yeah, but we have to get him out of there first,” Izzy says. “So Abbie, you go in, pretend to be a customer, see what’s going on, create a diversion or something so we can break in through the back and try to save his ass?”
“You’re not going in,” Renny tells her, scowling.
“The hell I’m not,” Izzy replies.
“Someone has to stay in the car and be ready to drive away the escape vehicle,” he says.
“This is the worst plan ever,” I tell them all. “But fuck it, let’s do it. Let’s wing it. And let’s hope Saint and the others get the memo.”
We got here before them, but they should be arriving any second now.
“I feel like this is something we should definitely not wing,” Chains deadpans. “I’ll call Saint and tell him the plan, or lack thereof.”
“We have no other choice, we are fucking winging it,” I grumble.
Renny parks down the road from the strip club, and I get out first, and take a deep breath.
Fuck.
Let’s go see some strippers.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“You want a drink?” one of the girls at the bar asks me.
“Sure,” I reply, forcing a smile. “A margarita, please.”
“Ohhh, you’re fancy,” she replies, making it sound like that’s a bad thing. I don’t know when ordering a cocktail became fancy, but as I take in the run-down bar, and the women who work here, I can tell that maybe they aren’t really cocktail type of people.
“I try,” I reply, staring at the woman dancing on stage, my eyes then darting to the hall. I don’t know how I’m going to pull this off, but I’m going to have to try something.
She slides me my drink and I place some money on the table. “You know if this place is hiring?” I ask, thinking that it might be a good angle to use.
“Actually, we are,” she says, eying me from face to breasts and back up again. “And you know what, we have women of all shapes and sizes now.”
I don’t know if that was a dig or a compliment, but I’m going to go with the former. “Really? Well, isn’t that lucky for a woman who looks like me,” I reply in a dry tone and a fake smile. “How does one audition? Do you have a manager or someone I could speak to about it?”
I didn’t think this is how our conversation was going to go, but whatever works.
“My manager is out back, but I could go find her for you. We need some fresh meat around here. I think the customers are getting bored,” she admits in a low tone, rolling her blue eyes.
“Oh no, we can’t have that. I guess new faces might bring in some extra tips, hey?”
Her eyes light up. “Exactly, I’ll be right back.”
She disappears into the back, and after a few seconds, I follow her, walking down a hallway with various rooms. I hear her voice talking to another woman, and duck down, stopping at one of the last rooms when I hear a man’s voice.
“He’s unconscious still,” one of the men says. “What does she want us to do with him?”
“Take him to her house,” another man replies. “And then our job is done, and we get our money. I’m never accepting another contract from her again. Our enemy list is growing just being