Breaking Locke (Lawless MC Book 2) by K.C. Stone

Author:K.C. Stone [Stone, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knox Publishing
Published: 2020-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Locke

The game plan was to take over the strip club nicely but after Red showed up beat to hell, we decided to go in guns blazing and really fuck shit up. We knew nobody would be there except the dancers at noon. So, we walked in and asked to speak to the owner, shithead Sean.

“How can I help you?” he asks.

“Yeah, we are here about a friend of ours, her name is Red,” Fitz says nicely at first.

“Yeah, she had an accident. I gave her a day off. She isn’t here, she’s probably with her fucking crackhead mother up on High Street,” he says like it was no big deal what was done to that poor girl.

“Oh, an accident. Well let’s have a seat at that table over there because I would really like to make you an offer you shouldn’t refuse,” I say, placing my arm around his neck applying just a small amount of pressure.

“Em, get us a round of drinks and hurry your ass over here,” he barks at a young girl standing by the counter. The closer she gets you can see the remainder of a black, green, and yellow bruise across her face.

“What happened to you?” I ask. It’s taking everything in me to not rip his motherfucking throat out.

“I fell trying to get a routine down on the pole,” she stutters. The way her eyes glance over to Sean, we know he had something to do with it.

“From what I see, this happens a lot with your girls,” O’Brian says, taking the drink from the girl.

“Some, the girls just think that they can do and say whatever the fuck they want, they don’t understand I fucking own them,” he spits out and the girl he called Em flinches back like that was not the first time she had been smacked around.

“So, Sean is it, well here is my deal, you sell my club your club and then you get the fuck out of Ireland or you will never live to see your next fucking birthday,” O’Brian offers.

Well, damn, just get right to the point then, I think to myself. “So,” I lean in, “what’s it going to be Sean, is it now our club or yours?” I give him the ultimatum if he had any fucking clue, he would have said ours.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” He slams his fist on the table and the glasses we had just set down go tumbling to the floor shattering.

“Shit that didn’t take long.” I look over to Fitz. “Take the girls out of here, will ya?” I ask him. Honestly, they have seen enough violence in their lives that they don’t need to see more.

Once I see they are all out of the room, I grab the loudmouth fucking prick and slam his head on the table in front of us. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? I will kill you and not think twice. We were nice,

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