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to clear his name. I know he was running Abdel Al-Safari as an asset. Were you in on that?”
“Clear his name? You’ve got to fucking be kidding me. After what he did, you want me to help you clear his name? You got balls, lady.”
He shoved her backward, smacking her into the metal shelf. “If he’s out of jail, you tell him I’m looking for him. And you get one of your bosses to guarantee my safety, asap. I’ll tell them everything they want to know, but I need help. Like yesterday.”
“Deuce, wait,” she called as he went out the door, but the words were lost in the heavy bass echoing in the close quarters of the hall.
One minute he was threatening her life if she didn’t help him; the next he was running away. Elliot had done a similar thing. Could this “fucking mess”, as Keon had called it get any weirder?
She started to follow him, her heels sliding on the greasy floor, when she suddenly found herself surrounded by the three boys from earlier.
The one she’d put on the ground led the posse. “Well, well, look who we have here.”
Seriously? She didn’t have time for this. Deuce was disappearing up the stairs that led to the private suite behind the mirrors. “Move, Junior. I have business with someone.”
The boys formed a wall of testosterone. Junior rubbed his hands. “Business? Like fucking some guy in the storage closet?” He glanced at his buddies. “We tried to take you somewhere nice for a party, but hey, whatever. Storage closet it is.”
There was a lot of stupid grinning and posturing like the three of them were going to take revenge.
So not going to happen .
Roughing up Junior outside was one thing. Beating up him and his friends inside the club where there were cameras and witnesses was another. She didn’t need trouble with the owner of the club or the cops.
“Alrighty, boys.” She cocked a finger at them. “Follow me.”
It was like leading frat boys to beer. Hopped up on their own stupidity, the three of them practically salivated as they trailed after her.
All she had to do was get them inside the storage room, bust their balls, and lock them in. Thirty seconds tops.
Which might still be too long. But if Deuce had gone upstairs, he hadn’t left the building yet. She still had a chance to talk to him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boys,” a deep voice said from the shadows near the back door. A hulking frame emerged and Ruby saw a smirk on Jax’s face. “She’ll eat you up and spit you out.”
Junior sneered. “Shut up, old man.” His good hand dropped onto the top of Ruby’s shoulder. “Get your own. She’s ours.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Ruby murmured.
And then, as expected, all hell broke loose.
Chapter Five
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O LD M AN, H UH? Apparently Jax needed to teach these fuckwits a lesson.
“Take your hand off her, half-pint,” he said and got the exact reaction he was hoping for.
The kid took his hand off Ruby all right.
And took a swing at him.
Poor kid didn’t stand a chance. Not only did Jax outweigh him by a good thirty pounds—all muscle—but the way he telegraphed his punch, the fucker had never been in a real, down-and-dirty street fight in his life. On top of that, Jax had already smelled the alcohol fumes wafting off the kid and his friends from three feet away.
So as half-pint went roundhouse on him, he grabbed the kid’s fist and used all of that drunken, angry momentum to smash the fist into the wall.
The kid crumpled in a heap of screams. Baby .
As Jax whirled around to take on the next boy, he saw he didn’t have to.
Ruby’s high-heeled foot was in one of their stomachs. The flat of her hand was connecting with the other one’s nose. She was stretched out end to end, like a ballet dancer for the single flash of a disco ball, and then, bam . Both culprits ended up on the floor.
Brushing her hands together, she did a
“Clear his name? You’ve got to fucking be kidding me. After what he did, you want me to help you clear his name? You got balls, lady.”
He shoved her backward, smacking her into the metal shelf. “If he’s out of jail, you tell him I’m looking for him. And you get one of your bosses to guarantee my safety, asap. I’ll tell them everything they want to know, but I need help. Like yesterday.”
“Deuce, wait,” she called as he went out the door, but the words were lost in the heavy bass echoing in the close quarters of the hall.
One minute he was threatening her life if she didn’t help him; the next he was running away. Elliot had done a similar thing. Could this “fucking mess”, as Keon had called it get any weirder?
She started to follow him, her heels sliding on the greasy floor, when she suddenly found herself surrounded by the three boys from earlier.
The one she’d put on the ground led the posse. “Well, well, look who we have here.”
Seriously? She didn’t have time for this. Deuce was disappearing up the stairs that led to the private suite behind the mirrors. “Move, Junior. I have business with someone.”
The boys formed a wall of testosterone. Junior rubbed his hands. “Business? Like fucking some guy in the storage closet?” He glanced at his buddies. “We tried to take you somewhere nice for a party, but hey, whatever. Storage closet it is.”
There was a lot of stupid grinning and posturing like the three of them were going to take revenge.
So not going to happen .
Roughing up Junior outside was one thing. Beating up him and his friends inside the club where there were cameras and witnesses was another. She didn’t need trouble with the owner of the club or the cops.
“Alrighty, boys.” She cocked a finger at them. “Follow me.”
It was like leading frat boys to beer. Hopped up on their own stupidity, the three of them practically salivated as they trailed after her.
All she had to do was get them inside the storage room, bust their balls, and lock them in. Thirty seconds tops.
Which might still be too long. But if Deuce had gone upstairs, he hadn’t left the building yet. She still had a chance to talk to him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, boys,” a deep voice said from the shadows near the back door. A hulking frame emerged and Ruby saw a smirk on Jax’s face. “She’ll eat you up and spit you out.”
Junior sneered. “Shut up, old man.” His good hand dropped onto the top of Ruby’s shoulder. “Get your own. She’s ours.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that,” Ruby murmured.
And then, as expected, all hell broke loose.
Chapter Five
_____________________
______________________________________________________
O LD M AN, H UH? Apparently Jax needed to teach these fuckwits a lesson.
“Take your hand off her, half-pint,” he said and got the exact reaction he was hoping for.
The kid took his hand off Ruby all right.
And took a swing at him.
Poor kid didn’t stand a chance. Not only did Jax outweigh him by a good thirty pounds—all muscle—but the way he telegraphed his punch, the fucker had never been in a real, down-and-dirty street fight in his life. On top of that, Jax had already smelled the alcohol fumes wafting off the kid and his friends from three feet away.
So as half-pint went roundhouse on him, he grabbed the kid’s fist and used all of that drunken, angry momentum to smash the fist into the wall.
The kid crumpled in a heap of screams. Baby .
As Jax whirled around to take on the next boy, he saw he didn’t have to.
Ruby’s high-heeled foot was in one of their stomachs. The flat of her hand was connecting with the other one’s nose. She was stretched out end to end, like a ballet dancer for the single flash of a disco ball, and then, bam . Both culprits ended up on the floor.
Brushing her hands together, she did a
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