Page 168 of Brutal Savage

I arrive at Konstantin’s club. I didn’t exactly know it was a strip club.

It isn’t my scene, but it’s something I have to do if I want this damn deal to finally happen.

I’m ushered into a private room, where the Marinovs all wait with a man I assume is the new contact.

He’s around my age, hair as dark as his skin. Never seen him before.

“Ah, there you are, Quinn.” Konstantin drops his cigar into the ashtray. “I want you to meet my friend Darnell. Darnell, this is Tynan.”

The stranger outstretches his hand for mine, and we shake before I’m offered a seat across from him.

“Nice suit.” Darnell grins.

“Thanks. The wife got it for me.”

Konstantin chuckles. “Another one of her jokes?”

I nod.

“Funny woman.”

“She’s that, alright.”

And more. A lot more.

“So…” Darnell picks up a crystal cut glass filled with amber-gold liquid. “I hear you’re looking to get strapped and need a connect to bring the metal to the States.”

Darnell gets right to the point, and I respect that in a man.

I nod. “Think you can help with that?”

He looks me up and down. “It’s gonna cost you extra. I don’t come cheap.”

“How much more?” I fold my arms over my chest.

“Another two hundred grand for security. My route is secure.” He tips the glass to his mouth, finishing his liquor.

Konstantin gestures for one of his men to come near, whispering something into his ear.

Before I have to wonder what, six women dressed in nothing but G-strings walk in.

Fucking great. Just what I need.

“Thought we’d have a little fun while we talk business. And bring us the best bottle,” he tells his guy, who immediately retrieves some shot glasses and a bottle of Russian vodka.

He starts to pour while the women dance on the three poles in the room, the music low so we can still hear ourselves.

I definitely need to get the hell out of here.

One of the women approaches me, bending over, rubbing her hands on my chest. “Want a dance, pretty boy?”

I fling her palms away.

“Or more? I do more too.” She straightens, squeezing her tits together.

But my dick doesn’t even move.

“No. I’m married.” I stare right at her. “Happily.”

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