Page 3 of Tinsel & Chrome

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Kitten. You want me to talk with Sinner about bringing some of the boys to act as a buffer?”

She laughed softly. “That just might scare them off.”

“Then it’s settled. I’ll talk to Prez this afternoon,” he told her.

“Okay. Other than that, things are going well at the club.”

“What is it? Something’s up. You looked away when you said that.” He watched her and waited.

“Weeeellll. When I put out the ad for auditions after Sierra left, Sophia was one of the ones to audition. She was also the best one.”

“Shit. Tell me you didn’t, Kitten,” he growled.

“What was I supposed to do, Babe? Tell her no when she was the best dancer to audition?” she countered.

“Sinner is going to flip his shit when he finds out his little girl is dancing at Elysium.”

“I couldn’t tell her no, Chaos. She wanted it so badly,” she replied.

“I’m just warning you so you’re prepared for his meltdown when he finds out,” he countered.

“Duly noted.”

They finished their meal and he took her back to the club. “See you later, Kitten,” he said and kissed her before he let her go inside. He had to go talk to Sinner about getting the boys to protect the club.

Chapter Two

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Chaos

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Striding into the clubhouse, he made his way to Sinner’s office and knocked.

“Enter,” Sinner called out and he stepped inside.

“Hey, Prez. Got a minute?” Chaos asked.

“Sure. What’s on your mind?” Sinner replied.

“Indi’s been having an issue with some religious pricks protesting outside her club and harassing her patrons. I thought we could send some of the boys over to act as a buffer.”

“Say no more. I’ll set it up,” Sinner replied.

“Thanks, Prez.”

That done, he headed back to his security company to get work done.

“Hey, boss man,” Andrew, one of his employees, said as he entered. “Wasn’t expecting you to come back here today.”

“Got shit to do,” he replied and headed to his office.

First order of business, he went through his emails, several of which were requests for security work of one form or another. He delegated those to other members of his team. Being the boss meant he didn’t have to do the grunt work if he didn’t want to.

Then it was time to get updates from his team. He sent a quick text-Meeting in ten-and headed to the conference room to wait.

As his people entered, he nodded at them.

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