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Vamp turned off the stove burner. “Never know, Yak. That could always be arranged.”

A mischievous smirk twisted his lips before he looked at Vamp. “You’re right.”

Chapter 14

Sounds Like a Hazard

Yak

Yak stared at the security monitors inside the office, not believing his eyes. The Sunday night crowd at Platinum’s was double the size compared to last week. That was good, except these patrons were twice as rowdy as a Friday night crowd.

Tundra poked his head inside the office. “This is the busiest Sunday night, I’ve seen in three years, man. I think Prime was right. The parking lot patrols hurt us.”

Yak stood. “Maybe, but my money’s on the fuckin’ full moon. That’s when all the crazies come out. Or it could be our new dancer, Ava. She posted a video of her routine to TikTok, said it had a hundred thousand views before it was removed for violating community standards or some shit.”

Tundra shrugged. “Whatever. Any chance we can get Beast or Blood to show up tonight? Those bastards down there are fuckin’ crazy. We need an extra bouncer or something, ASAP.”

He left the office and followed Tundra down the hallway. “Don’t worry about the floor, Tundra. Between me, you, Prime, and Puncture, it will be cool.”

An hour later, Platinum’s had hit capacity. That had only happened four times in the past four years. They always came close on Saturday nights, but this was the first time on a Sunday.

He texted Turk with the news and got an immediate call-back.

“Turk, we are fuckin’ slammed. What do you need?”

Excitement rather than annoyance laced Turk’s tone. “Calling to let you know I’m comin’ in, and Blood’s on his way too.”

“Cool, but I didn’t really need the memo. Later.”

“You are a fuckin’ shit when you want to be. Later.”

That made Yak grin before he came between two men who were having a stare-down.

At two-thirty in the morning, Turk whistled shrill and high as he counted one of the registers from the bar. “Damn, we need to get all the dancers to work on their social media.”

Yak paused with his drawer to glare at Turk. “You lost your mind to the dollar signs floating in your eyes, motherfucker.”

“What are you talking about, Yak? It’s never been like this before.”

“Turk, it’s been almost three months since Lucy got mugged and two months since Punc got laid out—”

“That’s the Devil Lancers, Yak.”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t change the fact we haven’t done shit about those fuckers. A crowd like this makes it that much harder to stay on our toes where the Lancers are concerned.”

Turk finished up with his count and caught Yak’s gaze. “Wouldn’t hurt for us to make the most of this.”

Yak pressed his lips together, then said, “That’s true except we don’t know where half these assholes came from, but I heard at least one group say they drove down from Savannah. We aren’t ready to be the strip club guys travel to on the weekend.”

Turk shook his head. “The hell we’re not. For all we know half our existing clientele comes here from two-hours away already.”

Blood barged into the office. “What the hell are you two bickering about? I could hear you down the fuckin’ hall.” He shook his head. “The only thing you should be arguing about is how long the velvet rope’s gonna be and what color you want –spoiler– blood red is the only right answer.”

Turk arched a brow. “Really? Not silver for a club called Platinum’s?”

Blood pointed a finger at Turk. “Fine, that’s worth deliberation.”

Yak glanced away from the men and noticed two of the security monitors were off. “The hell?” he whispered. It took a moment for the screen to come back up, but the first one showed Prime sprawled out on the parking lot. Yak bolted from his chair, but kept his eyes glued to the screens.

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