Page 15 of Redeemed in Crimson
Again, what on earth have I gotten myself into?
Chapter eight
I’m sitting with Jack in our VIP section overlooking the club’s first floor. Ladies’ Night seems to be going well. Although I’m too far up and it’s too dark to see any details of our guests, I can tell by all the glowing “visitor” wristbands that there are at least one hundred newbies between the bar and the dance floor.
I give myself a mental pat on the back and walk back over to the lounge chair where Jack’s sitting with a half-naked brunette perched on his knee. I may be a one-woman man now, but I don’t think Jack will ever be tamed.
“Well done, Jackie.” I wink at him, calling him the nickname my mom always uses.
My mom and his were best friends, and when she passed away, leaving her five-year-old with a father who was hardly home, Mom basically adopted him.
He rolls his eyes at me before giving the nameless brunette a little smack on the ass. She gets up and walks toward the bar. “Maria texted me earlier that there have already been twentynew member requests. We’re only an hour in and have almost reached our goal.”
“That’s fantastic. I guess I should look into giving everyone another raise, huh?” I give him a huge grin, already knowing what he’s going to say.
“Hell yeah, you should! And you can start with me.“ He winks at me before standing and taking a sip of what looks like bourbon. He sets the glass down before excusing himself. “I’m going to go find an empty room with, um, well, I don’t know her name, but that woman I just had on my lap.” We both laugh as he walks out.
Alone at last, I pull up my GPS app, which I've linked to Sloane’s phone, and almost choke on air when her location dot is right on top of mine. That can’t be right.I refresh the app, but the dot remains. That still can’t be right. I want to call her, but I’ve never done that, so I resort to texting.
Me:
Angel?
I’ll give her five minutes to respond before I make that call. While I’m waiting to get a response, I start scanning the first floor for any sign of my girl, but it’s useless. It’s too dark. After a minute, I hear a ding and look down at my phone.
Angel:
Devil?
Me:
What are you doing tonight, pretty girl?
Angel:
You wouldn't believe me if I told you…
Oh shit…That’s sounding a whole lot like my good girl is at a sex club.
Me:
Try me.
Angel:
Well…I’m at some club with Allie.
Angel:
Rendezvous, I think.
Fuck.
Me:
And what’s my sweet girl doing at a sex club?
Angel:
