“Yes,” they both answered sweetly. Uh huh. Liars.
“Good, now where is the new girl? I thought she was the last on stage tonight?”
“Oh, Cami? She’s nearly ready and backstage right now. Why don’t you go watch the show?”
I just might. Lately there was so much sexual tension built up inside me I think I could nut for a week and still not feel relaxed. Instead of sitting at the front of the stage by the drunken bachelor party and the idiots shoving dollar bills into Cami’s G-string, I approached the bar. “How was tonight, Cherry?” Sitting on one of the stools as she passed me a drink, my eyes flicked to the cameras camouflaged in the upper corners of the room.
“The usual. No trouble, although I did see a suspicious guy enter the bar around midnight. He didn’t give the bouncers or the girls any problems that I saw.”
I frowned and threw back the shot. Fixing her with my stare, I ticked my head toward the surveillance cameras. “Were they on all night?”
“Sure, R.J. Why wouldn’t they be?”
“They aren’t right now, honey,” I pointed out and stood, shoving off the bar with my hands. “Why do you think that guy was suspicious?”
“What? Oh, well he kept glancing around like he was nervous. I asked Bulldog to keep an eye on him, but he said he left about half an hour later. Never ordered a drink or approached the stage either, now that I think about it.”
“What did he look like?” I would have to do a perimeter check on the building and make sure nothing had been tampered with on the outside.
“Average height and build, dark blond hair that was a bit shaggy, except for his eyes. Something about them was odd.” She shook her red shoulder length hair and sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice the cameras.”
“It’s a moot point now. What was odd about his eyes?”
“They seemed to have this weird greenish glow. He gave me the creeps.”
Fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s long gone by now. I’ll have Bulldog and Art check the building with me. Someone will walk with you to your car. Yeah?”
“Yeah, R.J. Thanks.” She blew out a breath and began wiping down the bar as I left to find Bulldog.
“Yo, Bulldog,” I yelled, ticking my head in his direction.
“Yeah, boss?” He stood with his massive arms folded across his barrel chest and eyes constantly watching the door. Guy took the job serious which I appreciated. The MC certainly paid him enough.
“Cherry said there was a stranger here tonight. Guy had weird eyes and never bought a drink or approached the girls. Know what she’s talkin’ about?”
“Sure, boss. I got a good look at him. Taller than the average guy, more on the lean side, dark hair slicked back and creepy green eyes. I watched him until he left the club.”
I slapped his shoulder with a smirk and leaned against the wall next to him, needing a cigarette. Too much fuckin’ stress in my life. “Thanks for watching out. Be sure to talk to all the girls and give his description. If the guy comes back, I don’t want any surprises.”
“You got it.”
“Did you notice the cameras were off?”
“What?” He looked around and found the ones turned off in the corners all over the club. “Shit. I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t help our girls or property if the cameras aren’t on to record, man.”
“Understood. I’ll make sure Art and the others know to watch the cameras closer.”
Bulldog was head of security here at the club. I promoted him and gave him a raise hoping he could keep them all in line and off the girls. For the most part we didn’t have trouble, but that kind of luck wouldn’t last long, not with the MC and all the shit that went down with the Outlaws a couple of weeks ago. “See that you do. I’m gonna go have a smoke.”
“Want me along, boss?”
“Nah, I want you to check the perimeter. Take Art with you. That prospect has it too easy. Make sure nothing has been tampered with outside. Look for dangling wires, the control boxes, everywhere.”
“I’m on it.”
Leaning against the brick façade, I lit up and inhaled, instantly scanning my vicinity out of habit. Across the street was a mini mart but the lot was mostly empty at this time of night. I almost looked away until I saw a sexy little brunette exit a silver that was oddly familiar. Her long hair swayed in the breeze as she stood, turning my way as if spooked. Striking green eyes met mine as she stood under the light of the streetlamp. I was curious why she was at the store in the middle of the night, but it wasn’t my business. Unable to help myself, I winked at the girl I’d met only hours ago.