Текст книги "Forever a Jett Girl "
Автор книги: Meghan Quinn
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15
“Yellow”
Goldie
“That’s it, girls, just like that,” I called out, as they moved in unison to the music coming through the main room’s speakers.
Once again, the girls were naked and slowly moving, snapping to each crack and pop of the music. Rex picked the music, which, can I just say is fucking atrocious? Might as well be dancing to Lambchops Play Along, that would be more entertaining than the dreadful show tune Rex picked.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked a musical, but naked women bouncing their tits to the beat of Seventy-Six Trombones was less than sexy, more comical.
Alright, it wasn’t Seventy-Six Trombones, but it still had a trumpet in it, and trumpets come off more as nerd bomb material rather than, “Hey, check out my pussy from below.”
Being pressed up against the wall by Jett last night still replayed over and over in my head. I was a little sore, which only became a constant reminder of what we did. It was stupid, because if Rex wasn’t so engrossed with his little spat he was having with Leo, we could have easily been caught. But, for the life of me, I can’t be sorry for what we did, because it just reminded me why I was going through this creepy sex ring hell. I was doing this because, in the long run, I wanted to be the one Jett brought to events; I wanted to be the one he woke up to in the morning and the one he wrapped his arms around at night.
The music cut out and I looked over at the controls behind the bar. Blane and Rex stood together, looking sexy as hell. Even though Rex was a tyrant with some creepy fetishes and hoarding tendencies, he was still handsome and sinister. He was that man you couldn’t take your eyes off of because you wanted to know what he was thinking behind those dark brows. Then there was Blane, blond and beautifully handsome…Blane with enough muscles to make up for all the other members in the club.
“Uh, are we done?” I asked, cutting the silence in the room.
“I need to speak with Mercy,” Rex said.
Speak with her…ha! Unless speaking meant putting his dick in her mouth, then they weren’t speaking.
Without saying a word, Mercy nodded and headed toward the back rooms. There was something completely wrong with what was going on in her head. I liked all the other girls, but for some reason, I didn’t quite like Mercy. I couldn’t trust her. She was the epitome of a fem-bot.
“Shall I excuse the other girls?” I asked Rex, as he walked toward me with a devilish grin on his face. I didn’t like that grin; I didn’t trust that grin.
“I think it’s time you start practicing with them, Goldie. We need to even out the dancers, and it might be time for you to get up on stage.”
“Excuse me? I thought we had a deal, that I was going to manage for a while.” Sweat started to form at the back of my neck.
“Not really a deal, Kitten, more of an understanding, but now that I’m going to win Lot 17, I need more girls, and you are the one the members want.”
Was he really going to win Lot 17? Was it because of that Zane guy? I leaned over, my stomach already knotting from the thought of being on stage, and I spoke softly into Rex’s ear. “You’re willing to share me with the members?”
“You’re not sharing yourself with me, so what difference does it make? Either way, I get to see you naked, and that’s my goal here. Either comply with my demands, or good luck trying to find a job in this town. Don’t forget, Kitten, I know everyone in this city. I can destroy you.”
He placed a gentle kiss on my nose and turned away from me, as if his small bit of affection would make up for the threat he just made to me.
“I can’t do it tonight,” I shouted after him.
“Why is that?” he asked, looking me up and down.
Think…think, Goldie.
“Cramps,” I stated with a sad face. “Got the old blood flow going on right now. Hardly think being naked at this time in my life would be appealing to the members.”
A look of absolute disgust crossed Rex’s face before he turned around and called over his shoulder, “Next weekend, you will be up on that stage.”
Thank fuck.
“Sure,” I called after him.
I turned to look at both Eva and Bizzy, who gave me the “I’m sorry you’re uterus is bleeding look,” and then took off toward the back room, leaving me finally alone with Blane.
By no means was I on my period, but it was the best excuse I could come up with to get out of going on stage with the girls tonight…naked. If there was one sure-fire way to make sure Jett never touched me again, it would be going up naked in front of a bunch of people I didn’t know. No, that wasn’t going to happen.
Casually, I walked over to the bar and asked Blane for a bottle of water. He obliged, never speaking to me. I hated that he couldn’t really talk to me. Enough was enough, I needed to take care of everything tonight; it would be the last chance I had until the next weekend, and to hell if I would be going up on stage.
“Can we talk?”
Blane looked around and then nodded his head toward the back. Fucking paranoid man.
He went to the back first, and a few minute later, I trailed after him. Eva and Bizzy were in the girl’s room, eating some food, and not even talking to each other. What a sad, sad life. If anything, I wanted to help these girls out; they needed it.
Once I reached the office in the back of the club, I shut myself in the small space with Blane, who was sitting at the desk waiting for me.
“What can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk.
“Seriously? Come on, we need to take some action here. There is no way I will be going up on stage next weekend.”
“I don’t know, might be fun?” he looked me up and down while licking his lips.
I pushed his head and said, “Don’t even think about it. It will never happen. I’m off limits.”
“All the good ones usually are. Do you have a plan?”
“I do,” I nodded. “But I thought you had one as well.”
“That I do, but I wanted to hear yours first.”
“Typical,” I said, while folding my arms across my chest. Trying not to get irritated, I started divulging the details of my plan. “So, Rex never leaves his phone in a lock box. He has it on him at all times, and I was thinking, somehow, we can get his phone and use that to record some things around here, text it to…oh, shit,” I muttered.
“What?” Blane asked, looking a little intrigued.
“Rex took my phone away from me. I have no way of texting myself the pictures without him obviously seeing it.”
“That’s not a big deal; we’ll just send it to my phone.”
“Wait, how do I know I can I trust you?”
Seriously, Blane sat up in his chair and placed his forearms on his knees while looking up at me. His back muscles flexed in the tank top he was wearing, making me quite aware of how damn sexy he really was.
“Goldie, he practically treats me as a slave here. He has ruined my life. He has taken everything away from me, everything that’s ever mattered, and now I have nothing but this club where we are all manipulated by that power hungry bastard. It’s time Rex finally gets what he deserves. I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come around. I need your help just as much as you need mine.”
Well, that was convincing. From the look in his eyes, the look of desperation, I could tell he wouldn’t cross me. I could trust him because, from the very beginning, since I’d met him, he looked like he’d been putting on an act, never really living life. Maybe he really had to be let free of Rex’s grasp to get what he needed.
“I guess we can text to your phone. Do you think my plan would work?”
“Possibly,” he said, while studying his hands. “I had the same idea, since I see him with his phone all the time. He and Leo both carry their phones around in the club.”
“Leo actually comes here?”
“He does,” Blane nodded. “He actually is supposed to come tonight.”
“Really? Hmm…do you think it would be easier to steal his phone, rather than Rex’s? I mean, I have this idea, but I really don’t have any clue how to actually get the phone without asking for it.”
“How are you at pick-pocketing?”
“Uh, terrible. Never really mastered that fine art.”
“Well, you might want to practice before tonight. It’s your only option.”
“You’re acting like this is some Ocean’s Eleven shit. I like to believe I could be as badass as Matt Damon with a fake nose, but honestly, I have no clue how to go about grabbing a phone from someone’s pocket.”
“Do you know how to give someone a lap dance?”
“That’s insulting that you even had to ask that. Of course I know how to give a lap dance, I know how to make a man cum just from the thrust of my hip against his crotch, but the two don’t compare. There is no way you can say giving a lap dance is just like pick-pocketing.”
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Blane stated, a little annoyed. “God, you talk too much sometimes.”
“Eh, it’s a fault of mine. At least I don’t go around slicing people’s necks or something like that or punching random people in the head. Although, the shock factor would be hilarious, because what person walking down the street would expect a fist to the old noggin? Not many, unless you’re a criminal; if you’re a criminal, you can pretty much expect a punch on a daily basis. Talking too much can almost be entertaining, so to call it a fault really isn’t that bad. You know?”
“You done?”
Blushing, I nodded and allowed him to continue.
“Like I was going to say, you can give Rex a lap dance at some point tonight and grab his phone then. He won’t know what’s happening, because he’ll be too distracted with you on top of him.”
I thought about it for a second and realized it was a good plan; there was only one problem.
“That’s a great idea and all, but do you really think Rex is going to allow my crotch anywhere near him after I practically told him my uterus was ripping itself apart?”
Blane cringed and shook his head. “Fuck, that is so nasty.”
“Hey! I’m not really on my period. I just said that to get out of being on stage tonight.”
“Can you not say period?”
“Such double standards! Guys can talk about snot rockets and jizzing all up in their pants, but I can’t talk about my monthly? Something I can’t help?”
“It’s not proper,” he smiled.
“Oh, fuck off,” I laughed. “But, seriously, I won’t be able to give him a lap dance. He wouldn’t want that, and I don’t feel comfortable giving Leo a lap dance. I think the world would blow up if I ever let the man touch me.”
“Fair enough. I would offer to give them a lap dance, but pretty sure that would go over just as well as your attempt.”
“You never know, you could probably work it just enough to entice them,” I wiggled my eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m depressed here, but not that depressed; I still have my self-respect.” We both laughed while Blane rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “Did you really have to say you have your period?”
“Sorry, it was the only thing that came to my mind.”
“That’s really inconvenient. What if we get Eva involved?”
“You think we can trust her? Get real. These girls are so brainwashed it’s ridiculous.”
“No, what if we get her to give Rex a lap dance, and maybe you help her out? Wear something low cut tonight, and when she’s giving Rex a lap dance, maybe you go up behind him and you know, be all touchy and shit. Guys love girl on girl action.”
I was about to turn his idea down, but then I thought about it for a second. It would be pretty easy to grab his phone if he was busy with someone else.
“It would have to be Mercy. I’m pretty sure Rex wants nothing to do with Eva. If we have Mercy do it, Rex for sure wouldn’t pay attention.”
“You’re right,” Blane snapped his finger as he got excited. “While she is giving him a lap dance, you should play around with him a little, and then take his phone. Once you grab it, hand it off to me, because I will have some free time before my demonstration. You can handle the bar, right?”
“Pretty sure my middle name is liquor. Believe me, booze is my friend. I know how to handle a bar.”
“Right on, this should be easy then,” Blane said, with his heavy Australian accent making him that much more attractive. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Shaking my head and straightening, I said, “Nothing.”
Blane poked my side and said, “You were staring at me. You find me attractive.”
“Yeah, that’s if I enjoyed humping chicken cutlets,” I scoffed, avoiding all eye contact with his bulging muscles.
“Chicken cutlets? Wow, you hurt me,” he held his heart.
“You’re fine. I should get back out there. By the way Rex looks at Mercy, pretty sure he would blow early from whatever she was doing. So, we’re on for tonight?”
“We’re on, babe.”
“Don’t call me that,” I pointed at him.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he stood. “Got it, sweet cheeks.” He slapped my ass and walked out of the small room.
Fucking men.
Nerves ran through my body as I thought about finally taking control tonight. I would end everything tonight and then flee Rex’s house to go back to Jett. It would all be over tonight. Tomorrow night, I would be held tightly in Jett’s arms, that or being fucked sideways in the Bourbon Room, either way was appealing.
16
“Beg For It”
Jett
“A Mr. Black to see you,” Jeremy said, as he stepped inside my office.
“Please show him in,” I replied, as I got up to grab two glasses of bourbon for myself and Zane.
Last night, Zane let me know that everything had gone according to our plan, and set up a time to discuss the details with me today. I couldn’t be more eager about gathering the information from Zane, not just because I would be able to finally lock up the feud between myself, Rex, and my dad, but because it meant I would be able to take my Little One back. At least, I hoped she would want to come back.
I was still very sour about the whole situation, and I hated that she showed up with Rex, actually despised the whole notion of her being on his arm. After I got a light taste of her last night, it only made me crave her more. It was a slice of heaven that wasn’t guaranteed, which made me realize, even though she was with me in that moment, it didn’t mean she really wanted to be with me.
Goldie leaving me wouldn’t be the first time a woman had left me for Rex. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to convince myself she wanted to be with me and she wanted nothing to do with, Rex but there was always that nagging thought in the back of my mind that brought me back to the day Natasha left. It happened once; it sure as hell could happen again.
The door to my office opened and Zane Black walked in, wearing a black suit with a white button-up shirt that was undone at the top. The man exuded confidence, but wasn’t too cocky about it, something I respected about him.
“Z, it’s nice to see you,” I greeted, while handing him a glass of my favorite bourbon.
“Jett, always a pleasure,” he tilted the glass toward me and took a sip.
“Please, sit down.”
We both sat down in the seating area of my office, offering a more relaxed environment.
“I sent you an email with all the data and evidence I was able to collect,” Zane started off. “Have you received it?”
“I have, but haven’t had a chance to look at it quite yet. I thought I would allow you to tell me everything. I plan on sending it off to my detective friend and giving him a call once we finish our meeting.”
“I’m sure your friend will be excited. You were right about the phone, Rex collected it right before I walked through the doors. The man knows he’s conducting illegal business and is doing everything in his power to make sure he’s not caught.”
“Did the watch work out alright?” I asked.
“Perfectly. I was able to record everything Rex said and take some pictures. Some of the things on there are a bit graphic because, I’ll be honest, what Rex has going on in there is rather indecent. I won’t go too far into it, but the main reason he is able to keep staff on board is because he’s blackmailing them all. The employees look depressed, lifeless actually.”
Thoughts of Goldie ran through my mind, and I wondered if she was one of the ones Zane saw. She and Rex were late to the event last night, so it did cross my mind that Zane might have seen Goldie, but I refused to ask; I didn’t want to drag Zane into that aspect of my life.
“That’s sad,” I responded, feeling sorry for the girls who were stuck under Rex’s grasp.
“I wasn’t able to get any proof of the quote unquote contracts Rex had his employees sign, but I’m sure your detective will be able to find them. Even though those girls are selling their bodies to the men in that club, they clearly don’t want to be there, you could see it in their eyes.”
Was Goldie one of the girls he was talking about? The curiosity was starting to burn a hole in my soul. I couldn’t stand to think of Goldie exposing herself to such men, letting them touch her.
“Are you alright?” Zane asked, as he tried to gather my attention.
Clearing my head, I nodded. “Long night last night. Do you believe you got enough material to take them down?”
“I do,” Zane responded. “I recorded Rex talking about the club; no doubt will they be able to put him away for this.”
The thought of Rex and my father in jail brought a smile to my face. That was exactly where they belonged, and thanks to my connections in the city, I would be damned if they got away with anything less than jail time.
“Well, I can’t tell you how appreciative I am to you for you going in there for me and gathering evidence.”
“Hey, it was kind of fun,” he laughed. “Plus, I would have sold my soul for the Expressway. I can’t tell you what this will do for my business.”
“I’m glad I could help, which reminds me.” I stood up and walked over to my desk, where I had put together an envelope for Zane. I handed it over to him and said, “Inside is the deed to the Expressway, as well as blueprints, layout, and zoning restrictions. Plus, I added some of the contacts I know around the city for you to help get around some of the restrictions, as well as construction companies who would be more than willing to work for you. They all know we are friends, so they should be a pleasure to work with.”
“Wow, thank you,” Zane said, while looking down at the envelope. “Lot 17 really means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”
More than he would ever know.
“It’s an opportunity for me to give something back to the community, which needs it. This city has been through hell and back, and if I can help it out in any way, help the children of this city have a better life, then I will do it.”
“That’s very honorable of you. You’re not the man I thought you were. I’m glad we were able to work together.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
“I hope, in the future, you’ll come up to my speedway and indulge a little.”
“I would enjoy that,” I said, as Zane got up from his chair and headed toward the door. I grabbed his cup from him and put it on the buffet that held my bourbon.
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll start your own racing team for my Speedway; just remember, no one beats Black Top Racing,” Zane said with a wink.
“Wouldn’t dream of even trying.”
We shook hands and I guided Zane out the front door of the Lafayette Club. Once again, we thanked each other and made future promises to visit each other. Zane would be spending some time in New Orleans because of the Expressway, so I reminded him to call me when he was in town; I would be more than delighted to show him around the city that made me the man I was today.
The minute Zane was gone, I sent a text message to my detective and let him know I would be sending over the write-up Zane put together about Masquerade, as well as all the evidence he was able to gather.
I was in my office, sending out the information when Kace knocked on my door. I looked up to see he was looking somewhat distraught.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, while looking away at my computer, making sure I had everything in place.
“Lyla is driving me fucking insane,” Kace responded, while slouching on my chair. “That girl has more of a mouth than Goldie, and she’s impossible to shut down.”
“You chose her,” I said, while finishing up, ignoring the pang of hurt that ran through my veins at the mention of Goldie’s name.
“I thought I was doing us a favor, trying to find Goldie. She had some great ideas, but fuck, now she’s just annoying the crap out of me.”
“It was never your concern to find Goldie.”
“What’s crawled up your ass?” Kace asked, while slouching in his chair. “I thought you saw her last night.”
“I did; she was with Rex.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“How do you know?” I asked, getting angrier by the second.
“Because, she told me…” Kace trailed off, knowing he’d divulged some information he wasn’t supposed to.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, anger lacing my voice.
Clearing his throat, Kace shifted in his seat before looking me in the eyes. “I went to go see her one night; I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“That is not your place,” I yelled, while slapping my desk. “I told you to stay the fuck out of it.”
“Someone had to do something!” Kace yelled back.
“I had it under control. I have it under fucking control!”
“You might now, but you didn’t then. I needed to make sure she was okay. Fuck, Jett, she set out to save your pathetic ass. Who knew what she was getting herself into? But that doesn’t matter; what matters is that she told me she wanted nothing to do with Rex. She only wants you, Jett. She was devastated to know you were hurting.”
“Why would you tell her that?” I asked, feeling rage pouring out of my body. “You had no right to tell her any of that.”
“Why is it so hard for you to show someone your feelings?”
“Pot calling the kettle black there, Kace.”
“Don’t, don’t fucking compare me to you. I’ve lived my life. I fucked it up. I have no need to show feelings. I’m an emotionless man walking through the phases of life until my day comes. We both know that, but you’re different. You have your life in front of you, but you refuse to let anyone in your fucking world.”
“I was raised not to show feelings,” I shot back. “Showing feelings is showing weakness. The moment I showed any kind of emotion, everything was taken away from me, Natasha was taken from me…”
“You didn’t even love her,” Kace cut in.
“That’s beside the point. I don’t let anyone in. I didn’t until Goldie came along, and do you know what fucking happened? She ripped me apart. The moment I let her in, the moment I dropped the walls erected around my heart, she broke me. She fucking broke me,” I trailed off.
“Not on purpose,” Kace defended.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I held up my hand.
“She wants nothing to do with him,” Kace pushed on, just as my phone signaled an incoming text.
Expecting a message from my detective friend, I looked down at my phone to see a text from Rex. I pulled it open to see a picture of a naked woman with the same honey colored hair that had run through my fingertips on more than one occasion, mounted on him. My chest restricted, my breathing became shortened, and my legs started to go numb. I read the text that came along with the message.
Rex Titan: Just like I remembered. Goldie has by far the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had the chance to fuck. Thank you for fucking up, because not only do I have the girl, but I will also have Lot 17. The best man always wins.
Swallowing hard, I turned the phone to Kace and held it up so he could see it.
“You can’t tell me she wants nothing to do with Rex when this is proof that she went back to him. Tell me that isn’t her.”
Kace looked at the picture as he started to chew on his bottom lip. He was silent. He knew I was right; there was no mistaking that was Goldie in the picture.
“That’s what I thought,” I said while closing out on the text message, just as my phone rang.
Detective Brown.
Taking a deep breath and trying to will my thundering heart to slow down, I answered.
“Jett Colby.”
“Mr. Colby, I received your email. I was able to briefly go over it, but we have enough material to go in tonight. I know you have some restrictions about some of the employees; do those still stand?”
He was asking if I still wanted to give Goldie immunity. At the moment, I didn’t care what happened to her, not after the blatant betrayal I was just privy to.
“No, do what you need to do. Will you call me after you get everything settled tonight?”
“Will do, Mr. Colby. Thank you for bringing this to our attention. We will be sure to honor you for keeping this city clean.”
Not wanting to keep up with the pleasantries, I thanked him and got off the phone.
“What was that about?” Kace asked.
“Taking care of things. Lot 17 will be mine tomorrow morning. Rex and Leo will be in jail, and their club will be shut down.”
“What about Lo?”
Staring at my computer, trying to act like I wasn’t affected by his question, I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Don’t know. Most likely she will be taken to jail as well for working at the club.”
“You can’t let that happen,” Kace said, outraged.
“I can,” I responded quietly, while turning away from him in my chair, dismissing Kace from my room.
“She loves you, Jett.”
“If she loved me, then she would never have taken the control out of my hands. She left me helpless and turned to Rex, something I will never forgive her for.”
