Wrecked (Dueling Devils 3)

“She’s been hurt bad, I think,” Demon said, shaking his head.

“Haven’t we all? No one in this life comes out without scars.”

“Yeah, well. Word is she’s got a flesh peddler from Jamaica out for her blood.”

Lefty choked on his beer. “Say what?”

“Yeah, Mylandra. I plan on asking around, but I don’t run in those circles.”

“What did Gia say?”

“Said the girl’s pissed off because she cost her some of her best workers.”

“What does that even mean?” Lefty asked.

“Fuck if I know. That personal shit isn’t my department.” Demon shook his head. “We need

her club. It lets the boys blow off steam on a regular, gives us a place to meet up under the cops’

noses, and it washes our money. You know we’re going to keep her safe.”

Images of a young Gia turning tricks had Lefty ready to rip someone’s throat up. “Was

she…?”

“I don’t know, brother. She was pretty tight-lipped about the whole thing.”

“Bullshit.”

Demon shrugged. “This might pass over, but if it blows up, I want you to know about it.”

“Yeah, I hear you. We can put some ears to the ground. “

“I expected no less.” Demon clapped him on the shoulder. “Now, I’m going home to my old

lady. Biker bunny pussy got old a long time ago and their desperate attempts to bed me are getting on my nerves.”

Lefty burst into laughter and shook his head. “Shit, P, you got it bad.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Demon snorted, stood from the stool, and headed for the door.

Lefty spun the new information around in his head. What the hell did Gia have to do with flesh peddling? Suddenly, her profession made a lot more sense. A woman owning a strip club was a rarity. He frowned.

Brownie walked up and ran a hand down his arm.

“Not now.” He shook his head.

She huffed and cut her eyes, sashaying away in a tight hot pink dress that barely covered her ass.

The sight did nothing for him and he cursed the saucy bitch that had his brain stuck in a

loop. Irritated, he stood, leaving his half-finished drink on the counter.

Scanning the crowd, he spotted Clue hugged up with a few blonde bitches at one of their

tables. “Clue, I need you, brother.”

He glanced up and nodded, sending his long blond hair over half of his face. Just like his name, the brother was cloaked in mystery. His pale grey eyes only leant to his name. As their computer guru, he had a pulse on information. He looked at the chicks beside him. “Go to my room and wait for me.”