Page 26 of Phantom Riders MC: Hawk

The naughty room was easy money for the club, and the clients usually paid in cash because they didn’t want a record of the transaction. “What night?”

“All three, and by the same dude. His only request is he wants two girls every night and they’re to spend the whole night with him.”

I smirked. Not such an unusual request. Booking the special room was, though. The room and the services that were included cost a grand a night. The girls had to comply with everything the patron asked for, as long as it didn’t include physical contact or sex, unless the girls were okay with it. Most of the time they were, because it usually meant a huge tip for them at the end.

“Who booked it?”

Snake pulled out a ledger and flipped the pages before coming to one and stopping. He glanced up at me. “Percy Dubois, paid up front, too.”

The name didn’t mean anything to me. My cell vibrated in my back pocket and I reached for it, watching the group of people who were just walking into the place. They were dressed up and looked as if they were coming in from a celebration somewhere else. Glancing down, I noticed that the call was from Fox. I turned my back on them. “Yeah?”

“Got some news on Winthrop.”

“I’ll be right there.” The computer room was back in the club area next to our meeting room. I cut through the kitchen, came out where the brothers hung out, passed the restrooms and continued down a smelly hallway. I knocked only to let Fox know that I was there. “What have you got?” I asked, pushing his door closed behind me.

He nodded for me to come over to where he was sitting in front of his computer. “Take a look.”

I leaned over his shoulder and looked down at the screen. He’d pulled up an article, but my eyes were drawn to the pictures embedded in it. No fucking way. “Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?”

There was no hesitation in Fox’s response. “Yep. The article suggests these two are business partners.”

“This shit just keeps getting better and better,” I mumbled beneath my breath. I skimmed over the article. “What else have you got?”

Fox released a deep sigh. “Except for this little surprise, it appears that Dane Winthrop is an upstanding guy. No arrests, no complaints, nothing to indicate that he’s on anyone’s radar. Owns a few casinos in Vegas, brings in a lot of revenue.” Fox glanced up at me. “Nothing to indicate he’s dirty.”

I thought for a minute, grinding my teeth at the possibility that Audra had played me for a fool. But then, the men Winthrop had sent after her hadn’t been playing around. “Anything on his girlfriend?”

Fox turned back to the computer. “Not much. Dude’s pretty private about his personal life, but there are pictures.” He was scrolling as he spoke. “Real looker.”

I leaned in to get a better look. There was a grouping of photos of Winthrop and Audra, both dressed to the nines and attending some charity function. Audra looked like a fucking princess in her sparkling evening gown, dripping in jewels, all that red hair piled up in a cluster of sexy curls on top of her head. I had to admit that they made a striking couple, and in the photos at least, they looked happy together. Winthrop’s arm was curled around her small waist, keeping her close to his side. For some reason the sight of his hand touching her made me want to break it.

I shook the thought away and squinted down at the name beneath the photo. Audra Waters. “Do some digging into the girlfriend and find the dirt on Winthrop. It’s there.” My gut told me the fucker was buried up to his neck in shit, he just hadn’t been caught yet.

“Sure thing, Prez.”

I left Fox with one thought on my mind.

To get some answers from Audra.

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