Page 6 of Bad Ruck

"She?" I refused to be jealous, but I was curious.

"You might know her," Ramsey said. "India Hartman-Green. She works at Flirts, where you used to work." He said that with no hint of judgment.

Thank fuck we didn't have to have that conversation. The one where I had to admit I used to be a stripper and fucked men for money.

At this point, I'd explained myself enough times to the other guys already. My past had bothered Atlas, but the others met me there, at the club. All except Jay, who now looked at me with surprise, but not judgement either.

"I remember India," I said. "She was always happy and sweet. She loves working there." I should have guessed she worked for the Brantleys. Who else from there did? Most of them, more than likely.

"She is sweet," Ramsey agreed. "Which makes her the perfect contact. People don't like to suspect the sweet ones. One smile from her and they assume she's innocent."

"That sounds like India," I agreed. I didn't like the idea of her being drawn into anything though. Not even if she went in with her eyes open. I'd genuinely regret it if anything bad happened to her. Especially if she ended up dead. Particularly if we had to kill her for screwing over Dallas.

"You don't think Dallas would have, I don't know, become distracted with her?" Atlas asked.

"Definitely not," I said immediately.

"Not a chance," Storm agreed. "You've seen how obsessed he is with Chelsea. He wouldn't even notice another woman, much less fuck her. He'd probably cut his own dick off first."

"Good, or I'd have to cut it off for him," my brother said. "No one gets away with cheating on my sister."

"Get in line, bro," Storm said. He pressed his meaty fists to his hips, and his lips in a tight line.

I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his glower.

My brother didn't blink. He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "I've been at the head of the line longer than you've been around, bro. But if you play nice, I'll let you help." He could have been offering to cut Storm a nice slice of cake, or offer to share finger paints with him, rather than talking about dismembering someone.

"No one needs to cut off anyone's cock," I said. "Let's go to Flirts. I want to talk to India. If Dallas went there, she might know what happened to him after that."

"I've already tried contacting her," Ramsey said. "It was the first thing I did. She's not answering either."

"Are you absolutely sure…" Atlas started. He didn't look like he wanted to finish that sentence any more than I wanted to hear the end of it. He was just throwing out possibilities to make sure we had all the positions on the field covered. Not because he really believed it was happening. That much was obvious by his expression.

"Definitely," I said. Whatever was going on here, it didn't involve Dallas and India fucking each other. "Do you have any way of knowing if he even got to Flirts?"

When Ramsey shook his head, I nodded mine. "Then that's where I'm going. Someone had to have seen him, or India. They might have some idea of what's going on."

"I'm coming with you," Frost said.

"Me too." Storm gave Atlas the side eye. "It's going to look suspicious if we all turn up at once."

“Too bad.” Atlas jaw was set firm. Short of tying or chaining him up, he wasn't going to be left behind.

Jay looked equally determined. If Atlas and I were going, so was he.

Storm sighed in annoyance. "Fine, don't get in the fucking way."

"You too," Atlas said in a grunt.

Ramsey glanced at Storm, a subtle reminder of who was in charge here.

Storm rolled his eyes and didn't back down a hair.

I hoped like hell they weren't planning to start arguing with each other. The animosity between Storm and Atlas was bad enough.

"I'll keep my ears out for my contacts," Ice said. "There's a couple of people I can talk to. Keep me in the loop and I'll do the same."

"We will," I assured him. "Stay safe."

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