I was in love, not blind . . . and the way the bouncer guy was grinning at Jade made my blood boil. I recognized the fucker; he was one of our picks for the job. Right now, I wanted to slam him in the nuts for eyeing my girl. I swallowed hard as Jade smiled sweetly back at him and he guided her by the elbow into the club. Fucker. There was no need to touch her. My fists opened and closed of their own accord.
“Hey, Ryder. Chill, man.” Razor’s voice cut through the noise. “Ratbag said you needed some help with some Sheilas. Well, here we are, brother. What a great assignment.”
Fuck. Just what I needed. Razor was going to go ape-shit when he saw that Lexi was here, flashing her ass at strangers. I rolled my eyes at Ratbag—didn't he understand I wanted him to come alone?
Ratbag shrugged as if he comprehended my annoyance. “Razor overheard our conversation. He insisted on coming. Said he was going crazy at the compound.” Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all . . . these three women were going to be a fucking handful.
“Where’s the action, brother? I'm ready to meet these bitches.” Razor flexed his muscles, and a few single ladies in the line called out to him. Usually I played along, but I wasn’t in the mood for Razor’s antics. I needed to find the women. I needed to keep Razor on track.
“Hey brother, Lexi’s in there, with Jade and Rebecca, my brother’s woman. We don’t have time for this shit now.”
Razor’s head jerked up. His eyes narrowed. “Lexi?”
I laughed. All I needed was one word to get his full attention. I quickly explained the whole situation to the guys, and that we should keep a low profile and watch from a distance. He groaned as I made myself clear that we were observing only. Now I knew why I didn't want Razor here—he was hot-headed, and didn't follow instructions easily.
“Clive,” I greeted the burly man at the door. He recognized me immediately, and moved over so that we could enter. I liked when a man knew his place.
Once inside, it took a minute to adjust my eyes to the relative darkness. Clive clearly understood why we were here and indicated to the mezzanine level. I looked up, and saw that the women had settled at a table and had ordered drinks. Already, a few men were leering at them. Razor growled again. Fuck, it was going to be hard to keep him calm and in check.
I watched Jade stand by the railing, cocktail in hand, her body moving rhythmically in time to the music. My cock jerked as I imagined being inside her, moving in sync with her. Fuck, she was beautiful, even from this distance. I could see the smile on her face. Rebecca and Lexi joined her, and the three of them started bumping hips, and swaying their asses. Jade emptied her glass and placed it on the table. She meant business. She lifted her arms above her head, closed her eyes and really got into it. Fuck. I'd never seen her dance like that before, and my cock strained against my jeans. I saw the grin on both Razor and Ratbag’s faces too. Razor adjusted his cock, groaning as he did.
But we weren’t the only men here enjoying the spectacular show. Waiters started appearing with drinks, and gesturing toward surrounding tables. The girls waved in the general direction of their sponsors as they accepted the beverages. From strangers. Fuck. Jade was getting the spanking of her life for that once I got back with her. Didn't her parents teach her about fucking stranger-danger? And her cop brother? Jesus. Harrison would have a heart attack if he knew what was going on. Suddenly, I had empathy for the guy. Never having a sister, I didn’t have to worry about shit like this.
But then I remembered–I did have a sister. OK, a half-sister. All of a sudden, I really wanted to meet her. It came from nowhere, and hit me like a ton of bricks. Yeah, I wanted to meet my sibling—it would be nice to not be the eldest child for a change.
A few more songs in, and the girls had a full audience. Guys were standing around, clapping in time to the music, spurring on the girls to dance even more seductively. I had to hold on to Razor as Lexi grinded her ass against one dude’s pelvis. I was sure the fucker was hard, and she seemed to enjoy the show.
What I saw next nearly drove me insane. A tall fucker wearing a cowboy hat strode over as if he owned the fucking joint, and placed his hands on Jade’s waist. She smiled up at him seductively, and placed her hands over his as she gyrated her hips in time to the music. I couldn’t tear my fucking eyes away. It was sensuous as hell, but it should’ve been my hands on her hips, not some random fucker’s.
I was in two minds about what to do, when Cowboy’s hands slid up over her ribs, and his thumbs brushed over her tits. Jade’s arms slipped around his neck and she leaned in, pressing her tits against his fucking chest. Alarm bells went off in my head, clanging so loudly that it gave me a headache. Jade liked the fucking cowboy; she was openly flirting with him. There was no fucking way I was going to be able to stand here and watch it for much longer. Jealously raged through my body, my heart twisting in agony. Fuck.
What would Jade’s reaction be if she knew I was here? How would she react? I was more afraid of finding out than of watching, so I just stood there, my insides churning. This was what I had wanted, right? I wanted Jade to find someone who was more worthy of her than me. Wasn’t that what I’d told her?
Fuck NO. I couldn’t bear it.
From the corner of my eye I saw Razor push to his feet and scramble across the dance floor, shoving people out of his way. I was too late to stop him. Ratbag tried to go after him, but the crowd was too thick, and Razor disappeared amongst a sea of people bobbing up and down. Fuck.
My gaze went back to the mezzanine level . . . back to the women. My eyes widened when I saw what had gotten Razor so agitated. A large sturdy guy with even more tattoos than Razor, had his hands on Lexi’s ass, pressing her into what I assumed would be a raging fucking hard-on, his fucking tongue down her throat.
And Jade? She had her fucking head resting on Cowboy’s chest, her eyes closed, swaying to the rhythm of the slow song.
Next thing Razor was taking the steps, two at a time, till he got to their table. Rebecca screeched as she saw Razor storm down on Lexi, her hand over her mouth as terror filled her face. Razor must have looked like one mean motherfucker at this moment. I'd seen his angry face often over the years, and I knew it wasn’t pretty. It would scare the living shit out of anyone.
Chapter 28 ~ Jade
Hallelujah. The plan we’d hatched in the taxi was working. And it was about damn time, because I was about to punch Cowboy if he licked my ear one more time.
After we’d settled in on the back seat, Rebecca had gone all quiet and deep into thought for a moment, and Lexi, just being herself, started questioning our cousin about it. Rebecca told us about the man she’d seen in the lobby who looked completely out of place, yet she could tell he was there for a reason. What really bothered her most was that he reminded her of her boss, Maxwell Grant. Apparently the similarities in looks were uncanny, and freaked her out a bit.
So when Lexi started interrogating poor Rebecca for more details, we both looked at one another, not believing our ears. LA was a big place, but how many biker-type guys that looked just like Ryder Knox could there be?
We decided to be on the lookout to see if he was following us. My heart nearly jumped out of my damn chest. I wanted it to be Ryder so badly that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to contain myself if it really was him.