Page 75 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“You like him?”

“Fucking hell, Ty. Go get in the damn car and wait for me. Christ, I never knew how jealous you were.”

“Not jealous. I just care.”

Tyler walks past me out of the room and I finish getting ready, which only takes five minutes. When I arrive downstairs to grab my coat and keys, Jules speaks to me.

“What's wrong with Tyler? He stomped out of here and ignored me,” Jules says.

“He’s annoyed that I have to work at the club. Jealous of the girls, so I’m taking him with me.”

“Good luck with that,” he says, and pats me on the shoulder as he walks down the hallway to the back of the house.

I walk out and get in the car where Tyler is sitting, waiting for me. I don’t say anything to him as he’ll work it out when we get there, that he has nothing to worry about.

Forty minutes later we are sitting in the club, in the back of the room. I have a bottle of water and Tyler is drinking a vodka soda to calm him down. It's always a little slow in the afternoons here at Desire, the clientele tend to be the older groups who come in and spend their precious money on the girls fulfilling their dirty little fantasies. It's around eight o'clock when things get busy and the real money comes in.

“So, not as bad as you thought?” I ask.

“Actually I’m glad I came. The images in my head were far worse.”

“I told you.”

“Hello Ivan. I’m not intruding, am I?” a smooth velvety voice says. Carlos.

“Hey Carlos. Take a seat. This is my man, Tyler. Tyler, this is Carlos. He works with us,” I say, taking another gulp of water. Carlos has another woolen coat on today, but this one is a deep red, with a black scarf. Very classy.

“Nice to meet you, Tyler,” Carlos says, reaching out to shake Tyler’s hand.

“You too,” Tyler says in response, and sits back in his chair.

“What brings you here today? On the hunt for Si?” I ask, and Carlos grins.

“I needed to get out of the house. My father is causing headaches that I don’t need.”

“Any luck getting your brother?” I ask.

“Yes. But now that problem is mine and I want nothing more than to snap his neck,” Carlos snarls.

“You want to kill your brother?” Tyler asks from beside me, shock written all over his pretty face.

“Yes.”

Tyler looks offended by that response, but he did ask. If he wants to accompany me to work, this is what he will have to get used to.

“This should cheer up your day,” I say to Carlos as Simon approaches us.

“What the hell are you doing here again? Are there no other strip clubs for you to visit?” Simon says, standing over a laughing Carlos.

“I like it here. The women are very beautiful,” Carlos says and it wasn’t the best answer for our firecracker Simon.

“That's news to me, I thought you liked men. You’ve fucked nearly all of them in a ten mile radius.”

“Why does it bother you who I fuck or how many?” Carlos says, and Simon literally growls.

“I don’t give a fuck who you screw.”

“I think you do,” Carlos says as he stands and walks up close to Simon. A fingertip away from touching. I look quickly at Tyler, who is as enraptured by this performance as I am. We are practically holding our breath, waiting for the next move. These guys are fucking toxic.

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