Page 4 of Empower

She was charged with filing false police reports.

She tried to extort money for Raine.

The club’s lawyer had the video from that day I kicked her ass out, and he had another video of Sara snorting cocaine off some guy’s dick that a woman had given to me. Sara had fucked her fiancé. And he had another video another woman had given me of her flirting with a teenage boy.

Sara had signed her rights over in a courtroom.

But the picture I was snickering at, was her mugshot.

Six months ago, she was so in love with the man she was fucking that she had been in a world of bliss.

Which was her defense on why she had left white powder on her coffee table.

And the man’s four-year-old daughter had seen it and scooped it up and put it in her mouth.

I felt sorry for the man and the child.

The child who luckily survived. Had she swallowed more of the cocaine she wouldn’t be here today.

Since the man wasn’t a dumbass, he had cameras all over his house.

She got eight years without the possibility of parole.

I had shown it to Raine right after the news had covered the story and she laughed.

But we had sent flowers to the little girl and a stuffed teddy bear.

Just as I put my phone back in my pocket, the club phone rang. And it never did unless something bad had happened.

Mitzie, one of the club girls answered.

I could see her lips moving but since I wasn’t near, I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

And when I saw her back tense up, I stood up and started my way over there.

Once I made it to the bar, I asked, “Who is that?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Some girl. She’s looking for Red.”

I was protective of Red. He was my oldest friend and had taken a knife slash for me after I had taken a bullet from him.

Red had a heart of fucking gold, and I would be damned if I let anyone take advantage of him.

I nodded, then held out my hand for the phone, then growled, “You’re looking for Red. Why?”

And color me fucking surprised when after a few moments of silence a woman’s voice snapped, “Look, my mom handed me this number on her deathbed seven years ago. I won't be telling you anything about it. I will tell Red, though. So, please. I need to talk to Red.”

It took me a minute to get the sensations I was feeling after hearing this girl’s voice. Holy fuck.

I’ve always had a thing for women who had a rasp in their tone. And this one had it in spades.

She was looking for Red, you dumb fuck. Get the thoughts about her voice out of your head.

I sighed then, and muttered, “Fuck.”

I whistled for Red, who came over, and once I relayed what the girl had said, he took the phone.

I stood there at his side listening to the one-sided conversation.

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