Page 34 of Shine: Sins of the Father
Her eyes drop to my cut. “She’s in the dressing room. If you’re with the club, you’re allowed back.”
“Can you show me where it is?”
“Sure. Follow me.” She leads me across the room and down the hall, pausing at a door, and tapping, then pushing the door open. “MC in the house, ladies.”
Half a dozen women sit, applying makeup in front of a mirror.
“Desiree,” the waitress calls. “This gentleman would like to see you.”
A beauty at the end of the row rolls her stool out, her eyes sweeping over me.
“Well, hello sugar. Come on over.”
I frown; this is not Desiree. Walking in, I check out every one of the girls, and she’s not among them.
“You wanted to see me, honey?”
“I’m looking for Desiree,” I clarify.
“Well, you found her. What can I do for you?”
My chin pulls to the side. “You’re Desiree?”
The girl next to her gets up to leave, and I steal her stool, settling next to this dancer. I pull my phone out of my pocket, find the photo, and turn it toward her.
“You know this girl?”
She leans to look, then grins. “I’m not sure, exactly, but I think she’s one of the club’s ol’ ladies. That photo was taken when the girls came up here for a bachelorette party. I’m pretty sure they were all ol’ ladies of the club, but who she belongs to, I do not know. Why?”
“Never mind. Thanks for your time.” I stand and walk down the hall and out the door to my bike. I need air and suck in a lungful.
Holy shit.
A brother’s ol’ lady?
My God, I fucked up.
Big time.
I fucked a brother’s ol’ lady? But didn’t my club set this all up? Didn’t they arrange for her to be there? None of this makes any fucking sense.
I debate in my head what to do. I contemplate whether I should come clean and take the consequences. But then I consider the consequences to the girl. It could be very bad for her, and I don’t want to be responsible for that.
The only thing I can think of is to ask Reckless exactly who she is before I decide what to do. I text him the photo I have.
ME: Who is this girl?
It only takes a split second for him to call me back.
“Where the hell did you get that photo?”
“Doesn’t matter. I just need to know who the hell she is.”
“Why are you asking? Listen to me, Shine. Undo that text right now. You’ve only got two minutes to do it.”
I undo it, like he advised.
“Is she a brother’s ol’ lady? Damn it, I need to know, Reckless. Right now.”
