He manages Elegance and is in charge of all the new hires, wait staff, dancers and everything in between. Beast isn’t the kind who shits where he eats, but he does eye the new girl with a strange look.
“What’s that look for?” I ask.
“She wants to dance, but isn’t old enough. What’s so fucking funny?”
“Your morals.”
“I take care of our girls.”
That’s true. I drink some more beer and watch her walk toward us, keeping the tray steady as she goes. It looks like one false move and she’ll drop the whole thing. She’s like Bambi, all long legs and huge eyes.
She turns our way as she gets closer and her eyes widen when she looks at me, then her cheeks flush the color of ripe strawberries.
“And that means you stay the fuck away.”
“You know I was back there getting my cock sucked, right?”
A crash behind us has us both turning around. She’s dropped everything on the floor.
“How good of a dancer is she?” I laugh. “Because she is a shit server. Nice ass though,” I note when she bends down to clean up.
Ellie, one of our long-term dancers, walks over and looks down at her, then over to Beast with an elegant arch of her brow. He flips her off and turns back to his drink, so I do the same, minus the rude hand gesture. It’s not of any interest for me to get involved but as she straightens up and talks in a low whisper to Ellie, I can’t help but watch.
“How old is she exactly?”
“Get fucked Calum.”
“The real name,” I grin at him.
“Stay away from my staff.”
“Didn’t we just have this exact conversation?”
“Where is Nero?” he changes the subject.
“Stryker’s with him.” That sobers my mood.
“Good. This shit with Storm is messed up.”
I couldn’t agree more. “What’s even more messed up is Nero having a kid no one knew about,” I say quietly.
He might have shared the news with us, that doesn’t mean we’re going to gossip about it where strangers could hear.
“Nope, having an old lady is the real fucking surprise.”
I laugh but don’t let on I’ve known about Taylor for a while. It was me Nero sent to make sure her house was secure early on. No man does that for just any woman.
“Last few weeks has been full of them.”
“All the more reason to be vigilant,” he reminds me, although he doesn’t have to.
Nero is a good President. He’s never done anything to have any of us doubt him. We will always have his back, even if it means dying for him. Hopefully that never happens to any of us. Although we lost a good guy.
And Chains. Fuck, things are getting messy. We thought we could get on top of the shit with Storm but a strange foreboding is growing in my gut. Not knowing where the cunt is, or what he is going to do next is worrying.
I tap the bar and get up. “I’m going home to sleep for two days.”
“Good luck with that.”
