Page 27 of Detest (DeLancy Crime Family)

Chapter Sixteen

Rémy

The past several days, I’ve done nothing but spend time with Cora every moment I could. During the day, while she’s rehearsing routines, I’m in my office at Diamond Dancers or at our reserved table. At night when she’s either preparing to go or on stage, I’m in the audience.

Félix finds it hilarious, but he gets it. I want to be with Cora as much as possible. It might seem like I’ve been distracted, but I’m not. I keep up with what’s going on here at the club too.

The day Cora and I worked everything out, I told her about what happened after she left the club and that I needed to get down there. I informed her she’d have to come with me. She didn’t have a choice—it was mandatory.

All the dancers were sitting around, waiting for the meeting to start, when Cora and I walked in. I didn’t miss the glares some of them tossed in my woman’s direction. I ignored them and let Cora sit by Poppy. The two of them were having a whispered conversation when I spoke to the group as a whole. Julian came to stand on one side of me, my brothers on the other. The doctor we keep on payroll stood off to the side, along with a nurse to assist him.

I informed the dancers what they’d be doing. No one complained, and I’m glad they didn’t give me a headache.

Once we finished with them, the girls were dismissed to go about their day. Those who were set to come back for the night shift knew who they were.

Once everyone is gone, Cora and Poppy decided to bring an idea they’d come up with to my attention. It was clear it was something they truly wanted to do: a duo dance routine.

I let them know that if they could show me a routine that’d work, then I’d approve it for them. Since then, they’ve not only been rehearsing their own routines, but they’ve also been practicing one together. From what I’ve seen of it, it’ll be a great performance. Hell, with the two of them on stage together, I’ll have people lined up at the door to see the show.

Switching thoughts, I can’t help remembering this morning. I woke up with Cora in my arms. We stayed at my place last night, and I’ll admit it’s nice having her in my bed. I spent several hours this morning worshiping her body before we got ready for the day.

I stopped by the café and bought us breakfast and coffee. She wanted a vanilla something or other and insisted we get Poppy a caramel of the same thing. I simply ordered a black coffee with two sugars.

Now sitting at my table, I’m going over a few emails, when my phone rings on the table next to my laptop. Picking up my cell, I notice Malcolm’s name and wonder if he’s got news for me.

Answering, I put the device to my ear. “Tell me you’ve got news for me.”

Brittney hasn’t stopped trying to cause drama. Her car has been spotted outside the club several times, and she even tried approaching the building—twice. My bouncers turned her away each time. Then, of course, there were her attempts to go to Félix’s house. Désirée ended up getting the guards to escort her crazy ass off the property. After that, Félix demanded she be picked up if she showed her face at his house again. He’s sick of the bullshit just as much as I am.

“Oh, I have loads of information for you. You’re at Diamond Dancers, right?” Something in Malcolm’s tone alerts me that whatever he’s about to say, it’s not gonna be good.

“Yeah, I’m at the club. Why?” I close my laptop and scan the room, wondering if I need to ask the dancers to leave for the time being.

“I’ll tell you when I get there. I’ll meet you in the main room. Or would you prefer the VIP section?”

The VIP section is the entire second floor that overlooks the main floor on my side of the club. It’s only used by those who can afford to pay the premium. Having access to this area isn’t only available to those viewing the shows from all three sections on the first floor, clientele is also able to enjoy their choice of girls from the brothel.

Malcolm mentioning this has me picturing taking Cora up there.

“We’ll talk in the main room or my office,” I grumble, blocking images of Cora bent over one of the couches upstairs in the VIP section. I don’t need my cock getting hard right now.

“Be there in five,” Malcolm informs me and disconnects the call.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I walk over toward the stage. “Ladies, sorry to interrupt. If you would like to take a break, go on and head out. I’ll see you all back an hour before we open.”

Most of the dancers dart to the door, letting it slam closed behind them. Cora comes up and wraps an arm around my waist. “Everything okay?” she asks, tilting her head to look up at me.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers for a brief, but much-needed kiss.

Cora snuggles into me, and the doors open to Félix and Tristan stepping inside with Malcolm on their heels.

Behind him, two of our men are dragging Brittney between them.

“Um, do you need me to leave?” Cora whispers, having felt the tension starting to fill the room.

Glancing down at her, I shake my head. “No, you’re my woman and deserve to know what’s going on.”

Cora holds my gaze for a moment before nodding. “Okay. Well, then, who isthat, andwhyis her mouth taped shut?”

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