Page 102 of Powerful Deception

“He got a private room and decided that it would be a good idea to mix cocaine and alcohol while one of our girl’s was dancing. She told me that she was going to ignore it but then started having a spastic episode. She thought that he was overdosing.”

Motherfucker. I knew getting the bastard as a client was going to be a pain in my ass. I should have told Evelyn no when she brought it up to me.

Letting out a growl, I grab Arianna’s hand and bring her to standing front of me.

“Take her to my suite. I’ll take care of our guest.” I grunt out, already feeling pissed about the situation.

“Yes, sir.” Austin answers, nodding at Arianna to follow him.

She gives me questioning eyes, and when I give her a reassuring nod, she follows Austin down the hall.

“Let’s get this shit show over with.” I mutter as soon as Arianna is out of eyesight.

I make my way over to the room where the client is and the second I walk in, all I can do is shake my head.

Britney, one of our top female dancers, stand up from where she is sitting on the couch and makes her way over to. If I knew any better, I would say she was relieved to see me.

“I think he’s fighting some demons or something.” Britney tells me, looking over at the man face down on the couch.

“Did he hurt you?” I ask. It’s one thing to do drugs in my club, but a whole different one to hurt one of my dancers.

Britney shakes her head. “He was too out of it to do anything. He threw a wad of cash at me and then one glass of scotch later, he started shaking. I was able to get him to tell me that he did a few lines before coming here. I checked his vitals, there was no need to take him to the hospital and cause a scene.”

I give her a nod. “I guess it’s a good thing that I pay you enough to go to nursing school.”

She lets out a small giggle. “You’re just lucky that it was me in here and not someone else.”

She’s completely right. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it from here.”

She gives me a nod and soon she is out of the room and it’s just me and the passed-out baseball player.

I walk over to the couch and the second that I can, I kick his leg to wake up.

It takes a few kicks but eventually Maddox Bauer stirs awake.

He jumps up as if the place were under attack, but when he sees its only me and him in the room, he relaxes. Well relaxes however much a person high as a kite can relax.

“Fuck.” Maddox groans, sitting back down on the couch.

“Is there a reason why you are pulling this shit in my club?” I ask, not bothering to sit down as I do it.

“Dante, I’m sorry.” He lets out, letting his arms fall to his knees and letting his head bow.

“You’re lucky my people called me and not the press or worse, the fucking cops.”

“I know,” is his response.

The kid looks distraught. At twenty-seven years old, he shouldn’t look like this. He should be living life, not throwing it down the drain.

“You want to tell why the fuck you’re doing this shit and throwing your career down the drain?”

Maddox has the potential of being the best pitcher that the league has ever seen. He should be getting ready for spring training, yet he’s here, in my club coming off a near overdose.

“I’m suspended. I don’t have a career anymore.” He response, defeated.

“Your suspension only goes until May. You have four months to get your shit together.” I tell him.

I have better shit to do than to be here trying to have a fatherly pep talk with Maddox. Like sliding into Arianna’s tight pussy.

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