“I don’t know. He left town.”
Fury and I exchange a look. Does that mean he’s gone to Romney too? We question him for a little longer and Fury gives him enough punches to know he’s telling us all he knows. He gives him one last punch to the jaw, and he slumps to the floor.
That was a waste of time but we at least have something to give to Razer, to be on the look out for someone else in Romney.
“What do you want to do?” Fury asks as we head back downstairs. If anything the place is busier.
“I’m going to Elegance,” I say, watching everyone around us.
“Might as well come along,” he shrugs, he takes out his phone to text Razer.
Outside Stryker is standing by the bikes talking on the phone. He looks up when he sees us coming and instantly my hackles go up. He is rounding to the side of his bike as he hangs up.
“Elegance. Now.”
He doesn’t have to say anything else. The last time I jumped on my bike and raced somewhere was to Nero’s house. Storm and his men were going for Nero’s son.
All I can see in my head is Charley sitting on my bed, looking at me as she tells me all of her truths, smiling at my promise to always keep her safe.
I’ve never got on my bike so goddamn fast in my life.
Chapter Twenty Three
Charley
Being back on wait staff duty is not what I was expecting, but that is where I find myself while the others are up dancing or doing whatever else in the back rooms. I’ve avoided being questioned by anyone about Callum by staying out of the dressing room. Lily keeps trying to get my attention, but I have avoided her as well.
I’m not mad, especially given what happened between me and Callum and he told me he didn’t speak to her much, just grabbed my things and left. I just want her to stew a little because she gave me up way too easy. In all likelihood it won’t be long before we’re talking again.
I meant what I said to Callum, it feels like I’ve found the place where I’m supposed to be, where I can be happy.
It’s Saturday night, and after the unexpected closure of the club yesterday, we’re at capacity tonight so I’m run off my feet.
Ellie has been walking the floor talking to people and making sure everyone has what they need. I notice her talking to a couple of men in suits who remind me of the asshole who tried to assault me at the private party.
It amazes me how she handles people, when one of them puts his hand on her lower back, two of his fingers grazing down between the crack of her ass. She bats her lashes and laughs at whatever they’re saying while twisting herself away, but taking hold of his other hand so he doesn’t feel rejected.
“She’s a master at the art of get the fuck off me.” A voice says from behind me.
My guard immediately goes up but when I see the cut, I relax. Marginally. He’s eyeing me in much the same way the suited guy was to Ellie.
“I’ve been watching you,” he says, leaning one elbow against the bar where I’m waiting to collect a drink order.
“Did you need to order a drink?” I ask, not looking at him.
“Not like that sweetheart,” he leans forward to get my attention on him.
I give him a cursory look and a small smile then turn back to Max loading drinks onto my tray. He drops a couple of straws into the tall glasses and looks at the man. He can’t say anything because Max is an employee, and this guy is in the Disciples.
“It’s really busy, I have to get these drinks out, can I catch you later?”
He looks disappointed, but he nods and I lift the tray and walk away. It’s heavier than normal but I’ve got this down to a fine art now and move like a pro through the tables, delivering drinks to booths in my section.
Lily is on the stage when I set down my last drink and I glance up at her. She winks as she turns around and looks over her shoulder at me, wiggling her ass. It makes me laugh and I take one of my twenty-dollar tips out of my apron and slot the bill under the waist of her G-string, making her laugh too.
“That was hot,” the guy at the table next to me says. “Why aren’t you up there?”
“Who would bring your drinks if I was up there,” I smile and walk away before he starts any more conversation.