Page 83 of Rum & Coke
I chuckled sarcastically. “Besides someone being kidnapped?”
She sat in the chair beside the couch. “Our boss doesn’t just own Red Diamond. He’s also a drug dealer.”
“Of course he is,” I stated and rolled my eyes. In the years I’d been escorting—especially in Vegas—I’d seen it all, or at least I assumed I had. I didn’t do drugs or any of that shit, but some of my clients were into Molly or whatever else they needed to get high to have a good time and relax. I’d also been to my share of strip clubs in my day, and seen drug deals go down.
“What do you mean?”
“Most strip clubs are fronts for drugs and shit.”
“I wouldn’t know any of that. This is my first club to dance at.”
“Then how do you know he deals?”
“Because some of the girls do too.”
“Does Tess?”
“No! We only dance. Tessa apparently didn’t know about the drugs before tonight.”
“Then why the fuck did she get Colt and go back to your boss’s house?”
“Maybe she didn’t?”
“Then where would she go? Who was she with?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “She got uncomfortable when she found out tonight about the drugs and the fact that Sebastian’s a drug dealer.”
I looked off, staring at the TV that was off. I needed to find Tessa. Something wasn’t right, and I was worried. We had plans. She wouldn’t make plans and then go with another guy. She didn’t even like when her boss called her Tessa Baby and now she was …
She was what? Spending the night? There was no way.
“Is the party still going on?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Let’s go there.”
“Really?”
“If something’s going on, I want to know.”
“What if he’s dangerous?”
I took another long breath and leaned back on the couch, thinking. “Actually,” I shot up, “I know the FBI.”
“What?”
“My buddy just married an FBI agent. We’ll get them involved.”
“Okay.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face. “They’re on their honeymoon.”
“Shit.”
“But,” I snapped my fingers, “her friend is here, and he’s a cop.”
“Okay.”
