Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard. And then for the rest of the night he held her, kissed and touched her until they were both exhausted, and then took her to his room. Tomorrow was going to be fucking insane, and right now he just wanted to enjoy this moment with the woman he was falling hard for.
16
Joey went toward the strip club where he had been told to meet Carlos. He hadn't come alone, but he had Alex and Niklo parked a block down, and Little Johnny stationed in the alleyway behind the club. He didn't doubt Carlos had people surrounding the place, afraid to be alone. If he was smart he'd have backup.
Joey walked into the dim, smoky club, the music loud and obnoxious, and the girls nude and gyrating on silver poles. Two bouncers immediately stopped him. They frisked him for weapons, and once they confiscated his Glock and blade they let him continue forward.
The strip club was the main revenue in this town, but only because Chawston was on the lower end of the money making rank in this area. The people that resided here were lowlifes, men that wanted drugs and sex, and women willing to give them the latter. Poverty was the staple of Chawston, a sad and pitiful congregation of life. But Joey knew that was why Carlos Gondalo had no trouble taking this shitty little village. Anyone with a little money and muscle could overrun this place.
Joey had never needed nor wanted this territory, mainly because it wouldn't have made him enough money to be successful. Joey also wasn't about dealing with whores and junkies on a daily basis, so he had stuck with Bourbon and a few other smaller cities in the area to do his business.
He saw Carlos sitting in a booth in the back of the club, and although there weren’t any of his crew sitting with him, Joey spotted three men standing close by. But what had him faltering for a second was the fact Kelly sat beside him, her face looking like she was tired and high, and her outfit screaming obscene skankiness.
His rage rose even higher, and what he pictured was Marra sitting in Kelly's spot, her face a mask of drugged out bliss and her soul screaming for help. Carlos had been using Kelly for whatever he saw fit, that was for sure, and it was clear he was using drugs to make her docile. If Joey hadn't already been here to end this in a brutal fucking way, seeing Kelly had just cemented Carlos and all of his crew’s slow and agonizing deaths.
Joey stopped when he got to the table, stared at Kelly, and wanted to make sure she was okay. But he kept his mouth shut, didn't show any emotion until he could get a feel for how everything was going down, and then he'd make his move.
"Please, take a seat," Carlos said and pointed to the spot beside Kelly. She swayed a little, but Carlos grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him.
Joey clenched his teeth and stared at Carlos. The man was young, cocky in appearance, and had this greasy, stereotypical Italian look. Joey wanted to bitch slap the fucker, but he fisted his hands on his lap and waited.
"Just to clear things up, Kelly here will be dead in two seconds if you try anything," Carlos said and took a sip of his drink. "I have a gun pointed at her gut right now, so you start shit and her pretty little belly will be opened right up." Carlos tapped the gun on the underside of the table, as if emphasizing his point. He grinned, and a gold tooth flashed.
Joey wasn’t worried about this shit though, because his boys were right outside, watching, waiting, and the moment he hit Alex’s number on speed dial on his phone, his men would come busting in with guns high. He’d get Kelly out of here in one piece if it was the last thing he did.
"How about you just get the fuck on with this, Carlos?" Joey had never bent for anyone, yet here he was at this sit down that was filled with pussy threats of harming women, and demands that would soon be spouted off. If Kelly and Marra weren't involved, he would have ended this already, but he needed to tread lightly. He had known Kelly for years, had even gone to her wedding when she married the traitor. He hated seeing her all doped up like this, not knowing what the fuck was going on, let alone that he was sitting right beside her.
“I bet you’re wondering what went down, and how we are where we are at right now.”
Joey didn’t respond. He sat back in his seat, watched as Carlos called over a semi-nude waitress, and then waited for her to come over. She came to the table a few moments later, three drinks on her tray. After she set a glass in front of each of them she left them alone.