Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Maxwell was on my left, Tisha on my right.
The speakers vibrated with hip hop music so hard that the walls thumped and shook with the beat.
Red lights spun in circles on the ceiling, moving along with the music, flashing in bright colors and patterns.
I leaned Tisha’s way. “Americans are interesting. They never know when the place is mine.”
“Give them time, cousin.” Tisha watched our people clear the strip club. “The longer you are in New Orleans, the more they will learn.”
My men moved through the space with their guns drawn, ready for any potential threat. Flashing lights illuminated their silhouettes. They scanned the room with trained eyes, checking every corner and shadow for danger.
Additionally, Harlem Crew weaved through the crowd—armed and emanating cold violence—their presence alone prompting patrons to rise from their tables and chairs.
There was no need for words.
The message was clear.
This is now the Lion’s club.
One by one, the club’s patrons got out of there, leaving a trail of whispered speculations and wide-eyed glances in our wake.
I looked at Maxwell. “Your people are more on point. I am impressed.”
“Italy taught them hard lessons.” Maxwell kept his gaze on a waitress’s ass as she maneuvered around our people. “Then, Nigeria tightened the lessons in their brains.”
“Interesting.” I bobbed my head. “Perhaps, I will not have to kill any Harlem Crew this trip.”
Maxwell snapped his view to me. “Fuck you, man.”
I shrugged. “I am being hopeful.”
“You know what?” Maxwell pulled out more stacks of bills. “I’m not going to let you fuck up my vibe tonight.”
I checked the door.
The club’s bouncers clearly found themselves on unfamiliar ground. They were now relegated to mere observers in their own territory as we transformed the club into our private playground.
My men flanked the bouncers and also took up positions at all entrances and exits.
It was a delicate dance of dominance, one played out in the language of silent stares and unspoken threats. The power dynamics within the club had shifted, and it was evident to all who now held the reins.
I finished my vodka and gestured at another waitress.
She rushed over. “Sir?”
“Another vodka.” I handed her the glass. “But this time bring the bottle.”
Tisha nodded. “Two bottles.”
“Fuck it.” Maxwell laughed. “Three bottles. It’s a party.”
And how is my mouse?
I checked over my shoulder, my gaze cutting through the dimly lit space, and caught sight of Emily and my sister.
There you go.
Lemon and several armed Harlem Crew females remained with them.
They were stationed at the main stage, their expressions a mix of amusement and admiration as they threw twenty-dollar bills onto five topless dancers that only wore black G-strings. The women moved in perfect synchronization, their breasts bouncing and hips swaying with fluid grace. Their skin shimmered.
“That’s an abomination.” Max watched them too and shook his head. “That’s the only problem when you go to the strip club with women. They don’t make the dancers work for it. They just like throwing the money at the chicks.”
“My mouse and my sister are having fun.”
“Shit. If they keep throwing out the money like that, half these strippers are going to retire in an hour.”
I lowered my view to Emily’s fat ass pushing against that red strapless dress.
Mmmm.
My mouse was always radiant, but tonight. . .I almost didn’t let her leave the hotel. It had been a twenty-minute argument of her telling me to mind my business and me doing my best to grab her before she made it to the door.
You are becoming faster than ever.
My jaw twitched.
Next time I will catch you.
I lifted my gaze up to Emily’s face. She was laughing at something one of the Harlem Crew women had said. Her eyes glimmered with joy.
Still laughing, Emily glanced over her shoulder. Those beautiful eyes met mine across the distance.
A spark of shared understanding passed between us. In that moment, the chaos of the club receded, leaving only the connection that always seemed to find its way through any crowd, any madness.
Have your fun, but soon I will be taking you to a dark corner and fucking you.
She stuck her tongue out in the most seductive way and did this twirl with it.
Mysh.
I stifled a groan, imagining that tongue sliding across my cock.
Fucking Valentina tapped Emily’s shoulder, dragging my mouse’s attention away from me.
Soon, mysh. Very soon.
I leaned Tisha’s way. “Where’s a private space in here?”
Tisha gestured to the other side of the club. “There are private rooms in the back, apparently with stalls.”
The waitress rushed over with three bottles on a tray.
That was fast.
I grabbed one, twisted the top off, and took a large swig.
Yes.
Maxwell and Tisha grabbed their bottles.
A new song came on with bass-heavy beats.
Something within me shifted.
It was as if the rhythm itself beckoned.
I found myself swaying and bobbing my head.
Maxwell grinned. “Yeah. You’re feeling that joint from the car. Aren’t you?”