Page 39 of Brutal Knight

I rushed to the stall like I was in a hurry and locked the door behind me.

I waited to make sure they'd gone back to their business before pulling out the note:parking lot B. 2am.

I frowned. You never knew when these guys would meet with you, if they did at all, but it looked like I was going to have to wait a couple more hours. I peed, flushing the note, then, after washing my hands, made my way back to the floor.

I found a quiet spot next to the kitchen and pulled out my phone, deciding to work while I waited.

Most people only knew I worked at the King's clubs, but in reality, that job was only a great way to make connections.

On paper, I lived the flashy life of a dancer, spending almost all the money I made in the clubs on my apartment, car, and expensive clothing.

Only one person knew my real income: Rook.

I’d met him at the lowest point ever, my hands and clothes stained with fresh blood. He helped me escape from the worst night of my life, and its consequences, and brought me here.

Rook took me under his wing, teaching me the ins and outs of not only the Vegas life, but about how the banking systems worked, how to hide my money, and how to set up a networking system that would feed me exactly what we needed.

Together, we built a network of elite escorts that traded the secrets they learned for a life of wealth and protection.

I was the Key, the person the girls trusted with the information. And Rook was the Secret Keeper, the mastermind who determined what we did with it. He was part of a larger order, a secret society, headquartered in the South, but had chapters all over the world.

He started out my mentor, but eventually it grew into more.

We loved each other, but not romantically. Essentially, we were best friends who fucked, nothing more.

A movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. A man sitting at the bar was eyeing me.

I took a moment to assess him.

He was drinking top shelf vodka, and was wearing an expensive suit. His blue eyes were intelligent, his face handsome, and he gave off a mature and regal air.

He was normally the kind of man I would let seduce me.

If it was any other night, I would sit down and order a drink, but I couldn't take the chance of missing my appointment.

So I slipped my cell back in my purse and pushed opened the doors to the kitchen, looking for Teresa.

Forty-five minutes later, I made my way towards the parking lot, one of Rook’s expensive envelopes clutched in my fingers. The sound of my heels clicking against the concrete was lost in the noise from the still busy streets. I checked my phone one last time, noting I had two minutes before they were supposed to arrive.

I made my way down the row of cars, scanning it, in case they were early.

When I saw that it was empty, I sighed. Knowing Antonio and Carlos, they'd be a few minutes late, if anything.

"Hey there, darlin."

Plastering a smile on my face, I turned around to meet the voice. A man with brown hair, speckled with grey, and a face overtaken by a bulbous, crimson nose made his way towards me, booze and lust glinting in his eyes. He swaggered as he walked, dressed in a sharp, custom suit, but had matched it with an arrowhead bolo tie and green and tan alligator boots. Cowboy, probably from Texas, and had a big, expensive truck.

I shook my head. "Not interested."

"I didn't even tell you what I wanted, baby girl." His large belt buckle caught my attention and I chuckled.

"Overcompensating much?" I nodded towards it.

He scowled, glancing down to see what I was looking at. "Excuse me?"

Aww. The man was confused.

"Nothing." I shook him off, staring over his shoulder towards a large flashing neon sign that said,Girls, Girls, Girlsand nodded towards it. “You’d have better luck in there.”

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