A smile took hold of her face. “I’ll take that as fair warning.”
“Good night,” he said, his voice thick with lust and . . . an emotion she couldn’t dissect.
Her belly tightened and wetness gathered between her legs. She could think of worse ways to wake up.
Chapter
Fifteen
“Are you shitting me?” Atlas gaped. “How’d you find Rex’s booty call?”
After ending the call with Molly—during which he’d paced the parking lot they’d pulled into thirty minutes ago—he’d returned to the vehicle and hopped in the front passenger seat. Already, the guys had news and a lead. And damn if he wasn’t proud of their quick adaptability.
Reaper smirked. “Apparently he visited the nightclub where she strips last night. When we first spoke to Harry a few weeks ago, he mentioned where Rex’s lady friend works.”
His memory sparked. Some woman who went by the name Cinnamon.
“Right. I remember that. Wasn’t important until now. Let’s pay her a visit.”
“You need to go,” Rogue said, glancing at Atlas from the driver’s seat. “Just you.”
“Why me?” As much as he wanted to drag the cockroach from his hole, he didn’t really want to spend his time in a sleazy strip club and return to Molly after seeing other naked women.
Okay, so that’s what really ate at him. He didn’t want to look at other women. Didn’t want to have to admit to Molly where he’d been. However, he would. No way he’d lie.
“You’ve been under the radar since Sagreja. Rex and his men might know what some of us look like, but they probably don’t have a description for you.”
“Seriously?” Viper guffawed. “He looks like a fucking cop more than a cop does.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Atlas craned his neck to look at the back seat.
“You’ve got a look about you. That’s all.” Havoc chuckled.
“And what look is that? Other than better lookin’ than you.”
Viper nudged him. “You’re the poster child for military recruitment.”
“Nothing I can do about that. I can’t get flabby in ten minutes. Maybe if I ate more like you, though.”
Viper’s smile vanished. “I’m solid muscle.”
“And I could pass for one of the strippers,” Havoc quipped.
“All right, enough,” Rogue said with impatience. “Atlas is our best bet. Wear a hoodie so you don’t look so jacked.”
“A hoodie? It’s a hundred degrees out and that place is going to be packed on a Friday night. I’ll be sweating my bag off.”
“You’ll be fine.”
Atlas huffed. If it meant getting the job done, he’d do it. He just wouldn’t be happy about it. Or comfortable.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Let’s get it over with.”
“You’ll need to lose the vest. Probably the guns too,” Viper said wryly.
Atlas clenched his jaw as he unclipped his vest and pulled it over his head. Then he removed his Glock from the waistband at his back. His rifle was already in the rear of the SUV. After fleeing the scene near Rex’s warehouse, they’d all stowed their guns in case they got stopped.
“Knife,” Rogue said, nodding at Atlas’s leg.
