His girls were prostitutes that he employed. There were three of them here, making the rounds at the tables to see if anyone was interested in a quick fuck.
“That’ll do,” he said.
The Chancellor produced a key and he took it. “Go up the backstairs. It’s the second room on the right.”
He wasn’t sure how Amy would feel about staying in a room like that, but he was glad to have a plan.
Returning to their booth, he didn’t sit down. “I have a place for us to sleep.”
“W-what?” Amy asked. “You’re not taking me back to my apartment?”
“Didn’t you notice the men with guns at your apartment?”
She glared at him. “I can’t just stay out all night. I have a life to get back to.”
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow. For now, it’s getting late and we need to lay low. The Italians are going to be looking for you.”
“What about my roommates?”
“They let you go in the first place because they don’t want to draw attention by killing civilians. Your roommates aren’t relevant. It’s you they want, Amy.”
A wrinkle appeared in her forehead as she scrunched her brow. “I just realized that I never told you my name.”
“Klonsky is one of our guys. He gave me your information.”
“Oh. So, the cops are corrupt?”
“Some. But you got lucky. The Italians have people on the force too.” Her face went pale at that, and he held his hand out to her. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
“We’re staying here?” she asked even as she placed her hand in his.
He pulled her to her feet. “Yeah, they have some bedrooms upstairs.”
“They do? Why…”
She trailed off as they walked past a working girl sauntering toward a table of men. He could see her putting the pieces together in her mind.
“Don’t worry. It’s just like staying in a hotel.”
“I don’t know if that’s comforting or makes me feel uncomfortable about staying in a hotel.”
He liked that she was funny. In a situation like this, it was amazing that she could be witty.
They went up upstairs where there was a long hallway. Stopping at their door, he opened it up, indicating that she should stay behind him. Walking inside, he scanned the room. It was a basic accommodation. The bed was in the center of the room, with a black comforter. There was one nightstand on each side of it and a single chair in the corner, but no other furniture was necessary. This place had a specific purpose.
He moved to one of the two doors in the room. It was a small closet, completely bare. The other was a bathroom.
Everything was clean in the bedroom and bathroom, so he hoped Amy would find this acceptable. He couldn’t exactly take her somewhere better.
“I think I’ll take a shower,” she said, surprising him. She looked tired, and he figured she’d want to go right to sleep.
He’d give her the bed and sit in the chair all night. He probably wouldn’t sleep. It was better to stay alert.
“Okay.”
Brogan left her standing in the middle of the bathroom, and it only took a few seconds before he heard the shower running through the closed door. Immediately, his mind conjured up the image of Amy naked under the spray of hot water. She had golden skin and a thin frame. Her breasts were small, but perfect for her body, and he could just picture how they looked with rivulets of water running over them.
His cock turned to steel in his pants, pressing against the front of his jeans. He paced the room, agitated as his blood ran hot. This wasn’t the right time to get a fucking hard on for this woman. She needed his protection.
