Page 68 of Lane

“I don’t think you’ll need the poison with all the bullets and knives.”

“Good point. I knew I kept you around for a reason.”

He gently slapped my thigh. “Smart-ass.”

“Damn right.” I looked out the window at the other side of Dremest going by. It wasn’t much different than the eastern side. Buildings, cars, and people all over. After securing the deal, we were heading to Untouchable, the club Dexen owned. I’d never been in it and was excited to see what all the fuss was about.

Jordan’s partner, Vail, worked there part time as a chef. More when his brother-in-law was sick or couldn’t make it in. Jordan and Hartley had memberships.

The club was exclusive. Only the wealthiest in and around Dremest could afford the fees. Raiden and I would be entering without memberships. If I liked what I saw, I might just buy us some. Alton too.

Dexen had information he wanted to give us. With Ulrich employing a skilled hacker, it was better for Dexen to tell us in person, which meant a trip to the club.

“If I enjoy what’s inside, will you get a G-string and shake your ass for me at home?” I asked. “Al already has those sexy silk panties. With both of you in something hot, I’ll probably come without either of you touching me.”

“I don’t dance,” Raiden said, and made the turn for the road the club was on.

“There’s a first for everything.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“Boo, you’re no fun.”

Raiden parked and shut off the SUV before turning to me. “Look all you want, but you will never have a private dance from anyone in that building.”

“We have to get something straight. I don’t want anyone grinding on my cock but you and Al. Also, I have zero interest in other men, outside of appreciating how good they look. Seriously, Ray, I don’t want them.”

“I’m glad. Let’s get this over with.” It was obvious he wasn’t thrilled to be here. He’d been before as one of Jordan’s guards, so he knew exactly what went on inside. I didn’t want to think about the hurt Raiden must feel being here after losing his dad, who used to work in this very building.

The outside of Untouchable was solid black and a few stories high. It sat on the edge of the city with the name of the club on the front of the building in cursive letters. I hated learning cursive. It was only good for signing my name and reading it when other people wrote it. Too bad they didn’t spend much time teaching it to kids in Dremest anymore. I only knew that thanks to Ava, the girl Vail had custody of. I’d been in their home one day and heard extensively as Jordan spouted why cursiveshould still be taught. Hartley called him old. Jordan growled. Vail laughed. Ava rolled her eyes. Good times.

Raiden stayed close to me as we walked up, his gaze sweeping the area, which was smart. I was too focused on getting inside.

At the door were two men who eyed us like we were about to take them out.

“ID,” one of them said.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my wallet and handed over my license. Raiden did the same with the other guard. They looked them over and nodded. One lifted his phone to call inside and tell them we were here.

He hung up and said, “The boss would like to remind you he’s allowing you to keep your weapons. If you fire at anyone, know that he’ll fire back. He doesn’t miss.”

“A threat before the show. Can I have that back now?” I took my license from his hand and scowled at him. He wasn’t the only one who could have an attitude.

He opened the door, allowing us entrance.

The hallway that greeted us was dark, the walls painted gray. It set the mood I guessed. A man stood off to the side and asked if he could take our coats. Both Raiden and I declined. If I had to leave here fast for whatever reason, I didn’t want to leave anything behind.

Another guard opened another door—this was getting tiring—and Raiden and I finally stepped into the main part of the club.

The lights were low like I knew they’d be, but they were bright where they pointed at the stage and the man on it. The way the man moved, goddamn, he was flexible. He did this bend and twist thing, that if I tried I would definitely hurt myself.

“Who’s that?” I asked Raiden.

The man on stage had light-brown hair and a lean body. He had nothing on but a tiny hot-pink G-string. He bent and dipped and gyrated. Jesus. I bet he was amazing in bed.

“Hale Pierce. He’s in a relationship with another dancer and that big guard over there by the entrance to the hall we need to go down. Come on. We’re not here for the show.”

“But look at how bendy he is.”

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