“I’m sure I will. Thank you.”
Donna took in the room. It was sexy. The dim lights, dark plush leather furniture, and erotic artwork had created quite a vibe. The Cage was filled with good-looking people who knew exactly what they wanted and they weren’t afraid to ask for it.
Donna found an empty seat at the bar and sat. A sex-on-a-stick bartender with big-dick energy placed a cocktail napkin in front of her. “Can I get you a drink?” His deep baritone must have done well with the ladies.
“Maker’s Mark with one ice cube, please.”
The bartender nodded and turned to grab the bottle from a shelf. Donna swiveled around and scanned theroom. Foreplay-engaged couples were intertwined in a thick, hedonistic atmosphere that could raise the dead. Donna was almost envious. The thought of coming back with Lincoln was tempting.
“Good evening, Detective.”
Donna smiled and turned towards the sound of Venus’ voice. “Venus, it’s good to see you.”
“Good to see you.” Venus brushed her long red hair over one shoulder, giving an unobstructed view of her double D’s. She was a pretty woman in her forties who still turned heads when she entered a room.
“Your drink,” the bartender said, placing a tumbler on the napkin.
“Thank you.” Donna grabbed the glass and took a sip. “Mmm,” she moaned when the smokey flavor warmed her throat.”
Venus smiled and touched her shoulder. “Come with me, Detective.”
Though Donna was undercover in The Cage, posing as a school nurse named Candace Bell, she and Venus went way back. She knew Donna’s true identity.
Donna hopped off the stool and followed Venus through the hottest sex club in Chicago. They left the lounge and entered a dark hall that led to another bar. In the corner of the room was a stripper pole. In the middle of a dance floor, scantily clad women were grinding against hard-body men, and there wasn’t a frown in the room.
Venus continued down another hall, passing playrooms and sex dungeons along the way. She stopped at a large red door and turned the knob. After opening the door, she stepped out to the side. “Go on in and make yourself at home.”
“Thanks, Venus.”
“Not a problem.” She left and closed the door.
Donna looked around the playroom. In the middle of the room was a giant bed. There was sex bench, an against-the-wall restraint system, and a sink in the corner. Donna spotted the only chair in the room and took a seat. She took a sip from her glass, envisioning her man in the room and all the possibilities that came with that. A knock at the door was a reminder that fulfilling a few fantasies with Lincoln would have to wait. At the moment, she had other plans.
The door opened, and in walked Kenzo Yoshida. He closed the door and approached with a grin. “Donatella Devereaux,” he hummed. “Long time, no see, beautiful.”
“Ken, it’s good to see you.”
“What do you need? I’m sure you didn’t pull me out so you can tie me to one of these gadgets and spank me.”
Donna laughed. “I did not. I set up the meet here to keep your cover while we talk in private.”
He strolled over to the bed and sat. In a different time, Donna would’ve tested the springs in the mattress. Kenzo was Japanese and fine as frog hair. He was tall with a muscular build, and an ass-tickling beard. He wasn’t at all hard to look at. Donna may have been in a relationship, but she certainly wasn’t blind.
“Youko Kon... what do you know about him?”
“Yakuza boss, Japan born, educated in England. Kon is smart and ruthless. That’s about all I know. I overheard some whispers, but the clan I’m working for don’t do too much talking about him.” Kenzo frowned. “Hey, I heard about your sister’s old man getting shot. You thinking it’s Yakuza?”
“Yeah, but we ain’t had no dealings with them. So, I can’t figure why they on us.”
“How’d you get his name?”
Torture.
“Caught one of his hitters and interrogated him.”
Kenzo glared at her with an unspoken understanding. “I’ll keep my ears open.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
