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We are no closer to finding out who that mother fucker is in the video than we were the other day. The worst part about it, is we have to leave for a ride.
I came back two nights later in hopes of figuring it out. I had to be at the meet to show my face and secure the pipeline. Capone and Gear came back with me as we were all not needed to get the cocaine.
We are back at the diner. I know tonight isn’t the night where Maci is supposed to start, but I’m hoping to see her like a fuckin’ pussy. Jesus.
“Who the fuck is that dude?” I demand.
What we found on the tapes is something we never thought we would find. We actually caught some guy beating the shit out of Gina, a dancer of ours.
“Where is Gina?” Capone asks the room.
If he doesn’t know where she is, how the hell am I supposed to know where she is? With us not being around for a few days, nobody knows where any of the dancers are.
We don’t require them to tell us everything, but we want to make sure there aren’t any freaks like this fucker harassing them.
Sure enough, there’s Gina getting her ass kicked by some no named piece of shit. Once I get my hands on him, I’m gonna make him wish he was dead. No one puts their hands on my girls.
With the mysterious Maci pushed out of my mind, I need to focus on this guy.
“Kaylie!” I call out to get her attention. She comes running into the office. “Where’s Gina? Is she workin’ today?”
“Lemme check. You know, you don’t have to yell my name through the whole restaurant, right?”
I shrug her off not really caring about her lecture. I’m worried about my girls more than her attitude.
Kaylie is gone for about three minutes before coming strolling back in. We’re watching the full fight on the monitor when she comes back in.
“What is going on?” Kaylie demands.
I can see the way she looks from Capone to me back to the monitor in hopes of getting answers.
“Where’s Gina?” I ask.
“She’s not here. She called in this week and left early the night before. What happened to her?”
I growl in the back of my throat. This means only one thing and the brothers are going to have a love/hate relationship with the idea. We’re going to have to camp out here to make sure the dancers and waitresses are taken care of.
“I need her address and phone number,” Capone cuts through our attention.
Thank god, he’s paying attention to what’s going on and knows how to react. My anger is reaching a full on high.
Kaylie walks past Capone, her ass brushing against his arm. I don’t miss Capone’s breathing deepening at her ass touching him. I wonder how long Capone’s been interested in Kaylie.
She hands us a little card she uses to hold all of the information for the dancers and waitresses.
“Since when do we allow our girls to live in the fuckin’ ghetto?” Capone blurts out.
Kaylie shrugs. “Some of these girls are running from something or someone. They need a space to be safe. And a lot of them didn’t have money before they came here.”
The sad truth of the matter is this area she lives in is really fuckin’ bad and known for some less than upscale citizens.
“We gotta go,” I mutter towards Capone and slap the back of his head. “We gotta check on her and then get back to the clubhouse.”
