Page 20 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?” Trash asked, holding the door open for me.

“Need to have a conversation with Billy-boy.”

Walking past the bar, I nodded to Mouth, knowing he would let Frost know I was leaving.

By the time I got on my bike, I wasted no time. I pulled out of the compound, surrounded by several of my brothers.

The short ride from the clubhouse to the strip club lasted only a few minutes. Parking my bike near the front door, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the building. Due to the negative impact of the COVID pandemic, the club purchased the former restaurant at a lower cost, taking advantage of the downturn in the market. The impact on this region of California was severe, causing mom-and-pop businesses to face the unfortunate reality of having to shut down. Rather than opting to reopen the restaurant, I made the decision to completely renovate the entire space. I had my boys gut the place, construct a magnificent stage, install a fully stocked bar, and even went as far as hiring a talented group of beautiful women to showcase their impressive dancing skills.

There was money to be made from strip clubs and Disturbed Desires made bank. Well, it did until two months ago when the club started losing money.

Now, I wasn’t a mathematician, but when a strip club was used to making enough revenue to bankroll all the employees from one Friday night alone, stopped making payroll, that was a clear indicator that something was fucking wrong. To make matters worse, it was Thursday, which was half-price night for everything on tap, and instead of a full parking lot, it was empty.

Sliding off my bike, I stood, reaching into my cut, grabbing a pack of cigarettes. After lighting one, I looked around the area.

It was completely dead.

Not even a drive-by.

Walking into the strip club, the first thing I saw was Joy Ann sitting on the stage in a thong, swinging her leg back and forth while she talked on her cell phone. How she heard shit over the blaring music was anyone’s guess. The second thing I noticed was Amber going down on some fat fucker in the corner while he sniffed blow off my fucking table.

But the one I wanted—Billy-boy—was nowhere to be fucking found.

“Agony.”

My brother smirked as he walked over to Amber, grabbing a handful of her bleached-blonde hair and yanking her away from the man. In the next instant, Agony reared back and punched the fat fucker in the face. Fatboy was so fucking out of it, he laughed. However, he wasn’t laughing when Agony unzipped his pants and pissed all over the blow on the table.

“Hey, Luc.” Joy Ann walked over smiling. “Want some company?”

I glared at the bitch, who slowly backed away from me.

If she was fucking smart, she better go home before I fired her ass. She was here to dance, not chat on her phone.

Leaving the Fatboy to Agony, I headed for the office, kicking the door open to find Billy-boy balls deep in a young boy who couldn’t be no older than fifteen. Ripping the fucker off the kid, Trash grabbed the kid and got him out of the room, and I wrapped my hand around Billy-boy’s neck, lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the wall.

“You’re dead, motherfucker.”

Clawing at my hand, Billy gasped. “He asked for it.”

Reaching for my gun, I aimed it at his dick and fired.

Men like Billy-boy sickened me to no end.

I hated these motherfuckers.

They were the plague.

One of the reasons I couldn’t live the life I wanted.

Now, all I cared about was killing them.

Every motherfucking one of them.

“You shot my dick off!” Billy-boy screamed like the little bitch he was.

Getting in the fucker’s face, I asked, “How about I fuck you in the ass with my gun? I can drop a twelve-shot load really deep.”

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