Page 15 of Protecting Christina

Christina

I double-checked the address on my phone and looked up at the vibrant sign above my head.

Yup. This is the place.

With a sigh, I opened the front doors.

Early 2000 R&B music blared from the speakers and the dark lighting inside made it difficult to see where I was going. I should have asked Lucky for directions inside the place, not just how to get there.

I’d gone back to Simon’s house earlier. It being a Sunday, I expected him to be home, but no one had answered the door.

I tried peeking through the windows of his home. A robotic voice had told me I was being recorded, but that didn’t deter me. However, I couldn’t see anything because the blinds were drawn throughout the house.

Lucky saw me lurking and asked what I wanted with Simon. I told him I needed to speak to him and he told me to stay as far from that man as possible. I appreciated the warning, even though I ignored it.

Unfortunately, I resorted to lying to Lucky, saying I needed to serve Simon some legal papers. This news cheered him up and he suggested two locations where I would find Simon or his brother.

This was the first place.

My vision adjusted after a few minutes in the dark. There weren’t any bouncers at the door as I’d expected, but at this hour, six o’clock, it was probably too early for a crowd. However, there were two men stationed next to the stage, whose massive arms looked like they could inflict some serious damage, if necessary.

There were probably ten men scattered throughout the room, and I scrutinized all of their faces. None of them were Simon or his brother Gerry.

Unrelenting, I sat down at one of the tables, prepared to wait and see if either of those assholes would show up.

A few minutes later, a server came by. “Can I get you anything?”

“I’ll have a gin and tonic. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

She left, and I watched the entertainment on stage. A woman was half-dressed, wearing only a pair of panties and some pasties over her nipples. Her breasts were full and round and I wondered if they were soft or a bit harder than usual.

Her hips swayed, and she commanded attention from everyone in the room, including me.

“Hey, babe. Do you like what you see?”

I rolled my eyes. Annoyed, I turned at the interruption and laid eyes on a middle-aged man with a potbelly and stubby legs.

“Not at all,” I said and deliberately ran my eyes over his body.

His smile faded, and he snarled something vulgar at me. I’d heard it all before. Those names had no power over me.

“That’s right, and this bitch would appreciate it if you would just fuck right off.”

Even in the dark, I noticed his face turn a deep shade of purple. This bastard wouldn’t take the insult lightly. At least, I’d been counting on that.

As predicted, he reached for me, but I was faster. I pulled his thumb back, and he yelped and dropped to his knees.

From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the security guards walk toward us.

“Is there a problem here, miss?”

I didn’t take my eyes or my hands off of the loser withering on the floor. “Do we have a problem?” I asked.

He shook his head and tried to pull his arm back, but he was in too much pain to overpower me.

Finally, I let go, and he snapped his arm back and cradled his thumb inside the palm of his hand.

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