Chapter Fifteen B

I groaned, "I doubt that," as I grabbed my laptop bag and exited the vehicle. We moved in the direction of the club's entrance, where two bouncers were stationed with metal detectors on their bodies. They let us in, but not before seizing my gun.

There was a lot of noise and dim lighting in the club; I could hear people talking and glasses clinking. Smoke, alcohol, and perfume filled the air.

This was the hideout for poker, where men would come to gamble on most nights. They could be heavily pierced and tattooed, scarred assassins, or spoilt brats looking for excitement.

We headed to the bar where a waitress dressed in fishnets, attended to us. Jaques whistled. He'd been married to Abby for over three decades, and I hadn't bothered to ask if they were fated. In my case, I might have gotten a brief release by sticking my thing inside the waitress, but I had already found my mate and had no intention of betraying her, even though it did not look like we would be getting intimate for a l