Monk’s laugh drifted down the stairs.
I finished my Pop-Tart and wiped my hands on my pajama pants.
Monk had one hour, and then I was out of the clubhouse.
Nothing would make me stay a minute longer.
*
Chapter Eight
Planning…
Monk
“You think maybe we should have locked the front door?” Six-Gun drawled.
Playboy chuckled. “That isn’t a bad idea.”
“More like we should have chained the front door.” I sat back in my chair and sighed.
“And you’re the one who said we were going to stick with having only two ol’ ladies,” Mace scoffed. “Pretty sure Mitzy is the next ol’ lady in the making thanks to you.”
I flipped off Mace. “Fuck you.”
“And he doesn’t deny it,” Rebel laughed.
“Monk has never talked about who he’s banging and who he’s not banging,” Playboy pointed out. “You really think he’s going to claim Mitzy outright?”
“There isn’t anything that needs claiming,” I growled. I was not going to have this conversation at the table. Who I was with had nothing to do with the club. It never did. I looked at Rebel. “What did you find out about Tank?”
Rebel shrugged. “We went to Rain’s house, but she wasn’t around. We managed to look around the outside, but we couldn’t get in. Her neighbor was outside the whole time and ended up calling the cops on us.”
Jesus Christ. Rebel and Six-Gun getting popped for B&E right now was not something we needed. “I’m assuming you managed to get your asses out of there before the cops showed up.”
Six-Gun nodded. “The old bag was standing on her front porch squawking on the phone to the operator. We were out before she even got the address out.”
Thank fucking God. “You think you need to get in the house?” I asked.
Rebel shrugged. “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to look around, but I don’t think he’s in there. The only way he would have been in there, and we didn’t know, is if he was dead. Six about knocked the fucking door down when he pounded on it.”
“He’s not in there,” Six-Gun agreed. “Though I do think we need to get our hands on Rain. If she was the last one we know that saw him, then we need to talk to her.”
I agreed, but how the hell were we supposed to find her?
“It was her night off last night, too. She’s supposed to be on tonight, so I plan on heading over there later.” Six-Gun chuckled. “But don’t tell Memphis I’m going there to talk to Rain. She’ll never let me in bed again.”
“Memphis not a fan of Rain’s?” I guessed.
Rebel chuckled. “I can tell you for a fact that none of the girls from the club are fans of Rain.”
“And yet you and Tank fought over her like a fucking kid's favorite toy.”
Rebel shrugged. “Power of the pussy, brother. Blinded both of us.”
“I know of that power,” Six-Gun laughed. “Thankfully, I didn’t fall for toxic pussy like you and Tank.”
Now it was Rebel’s turn to flip off Six-Gun. “And a fuck you to you.”
“You ask Mitzy about Rain?” Jinx asked.
I shook my head. “I didn’t, but I can after the meeting. I don’t really know how close she is to the girls.”
“I know she has a soft spot for Memphis,” Six-Gun pointed out.
“Pretty sure everyone has a soft spot for Memphis,” Jet laughed. “She’s nice, while Rain is,” he glanced at Rebel, “toxic.”
“Am I really the only guy at this table who made a bad decision of where to put his dick?” Rebel roared. “Fuck me, man.”
Jinx patted Rebel on the shoulder. “We’ve all been there, brother; it’s just that we all knew she was toxic, and you still messed with her.”
Rebel glared at Jinx. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, you fucking failed.”
Jinx shrugged and sat back in his chair. “All that matters is I tried.”
“You think we can talk about something else other than where my dick has been?” Rebel suggested. “As soon as we find Tank, I never want to hear the fucking name Rain again.”
“Here, here,” Six-Gun called. “Pretty sure we need to make that executive decision to fire her ass.”
“Sounds like a fucking plan to me.” I didn’t care if Rain was one of the most popular dancers. She was a raging bitch, and no one liked her. The only reason she had stuck around for as long as she had was because she brought in customers. We now had a full roster of dancers who were all equally good. “I’ll have a talk with Mitzy about it.”
“We moving on to her now?” Playboy asked.
I nodded. “What did you find out from talking to the girls?”
Playboy gave a thumbs down. “Not a damn thing. All of the girls fucking love her.” Playboy elbowed Six-Gun. “Which I have to say was fucking surprising since I thought all the girls would think she was a bitch.”
“She’s not a bitch,” I replied. “She just does her fucking job and doesn’t let feelings and emotions get in the way.”
“That’s what you think,” Playboy scoffed. “I can’t tell you how many girls said Mitzy has helped them out of bad situations and gave them money.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Come again?”
Playboy shrugged. “I guess that bitch attitude she has is just a front.”
“Or she just acts that way to guys because of what happened a few years back,” Jinx suggested.
“Do we even know what the fuck happened to her a few years back?” Playboy asked. “I mean, we know it had to be some bad shit for Barracuda to step in, but what was it?”
I shrugged. “If we were supposed to know, ‘cuda or Mitzy would have told us.” I acted like it didn’t bother me that I didn’t know, but I actually did want to know. Barracuda had told me that they weren’t hooking up or anything like that, but that was all he told me. And obviously, that was all the other guys knew, too.
Six-Gun cleared his throat. “Memphis told me that she and Mitzy had a lot in common that most people wouldn’t know.”
I turned slowly to face Six-Gun. “I hope like hell that doesn’t mean what happened to Memphis happened to Mitzy.”
Six-Gun cringed. “No idea, brother. That’s all Memphis said to me.”
I shook my head and tried not to think about why Mitzy needed Barracuda’s help years ago. “I should hear today about what Mitzy took and what was in all of the pill bottles you collected, Playboy. But—”
“Oh hell,” Jet interrupted. “I don’t not like the sound of what you are about to say.”
“Mitzy said she one hundred percent remembers putting the bottle of pills she used in her desk drawer.”
“I didn’t grab any pills from her desk,” Playboy replied.
“I know, but someone took the pills because when Mitzy went to grab the bottle yesterday, it was gone.” I looked around at the faces of the guys, and they knew the same thing I did.