Page 6 of Collide

My supposed bodyguard, Vince, however, was far too fuckinginterested in watching Ms. Foxy Brown shake her tits rather than paying attention to our surroundings like I fucking paid him to.

Not that I was concerned about being ambushed in East Bay. Asidefrom the fact I was more than capable of looking after myself, most people didn’t know my face. In fact, I couldn’t even remember the last time I stepped foot into this area of my city, I had no real need to after all, I had people who oversaw the goings on in every area of the city, leaving me to manage the more important parts of my organization.

I swallowed down the scotch, relishing the burn as it glided down mythroat. It wasn’t the usual quality scotch I was accustomed to but in a place like this, it was the best one I could get. Besides, I had no intention of staying long, if we could just find this fucking whore.

I waved my hand at the girl who was our personal waitress tonightand indicated to bring me another scotch. She smiled in acknowledgment but didn’t dare speak.

The slut had practically poured herself into my lap as soon as my asshit the seat, no doubt recognizing my designer suit and thinking all of her Christmases had come at once.

She had wrapped her arms around my neck and told me her namewas Vicky or something like that, and she was there to see to my every need. She’d purred in my ear and all I had wanted to do was cut her tongue out with the knife I had stashed away in my jacket pocket.

Instead, I took my sweet time to unwrap her arms before I pulled herclose against me, her fake tits brushing against my chest.

“You ever touch me again and I’ll slit your throat,” I had whispered inher ear. The bright smile on her face immediately dropped and her eyes widened with fear. She jumped to her feet on a whimper and muttered her apology before I instructed her to get us two glasses of their most expensive scotch.

The slut scurried away and had since kept her distance which suitedme perfectly.

“Enjoying the show, Vince?” I enquired sarcastically, glaring at mybodyguard.

Bodyguard.

Laughable really, seeing as I was carrying more weapons than him.

Vince looked at me with a soppy fucking grin on his face but myexpression must have told him I wasnotimpressed because he rapidly lost the smirk and looked anywhere but at the stage.

“Apologies, Sir,” he grumbled, before taking a sip of his own drink.

Vicky returned to our table and plonked my fresh scotch down, thescowl still firmly set on her face. Before she had time to walk away, I grabbed her wrist and spun her to face me.

“I’m looking for a girl who works here, bright red hair, abouttwenty-five, and snorts her body weight in coke most nights,” I asked Vicky who was staring at my grip on her wrist with pure fear etched on her face.

She was a cute girl, petite with a pixie-cut blonde bob and a turned upnose. I imagined she could have been stunning if it wasn’t for the fake tits which were far too big for her tiny frame, and the tell-tale sign of being a drug user, like I suspected most girls in this place were.

Had it not been for the fact I could have my pick of any of thegirls working in Sapphire, I could have come around to the idea of fucking this slut, a hole is still a hole at the end of the day.

But I wasn’t here for that, tonight was about getting the information onthe cunt who murdered Theo.

“That sounds like Blaze,” Vicky replied with a shaky voice.

I stared at her expectantly, I didn’t know who the fuck Blaze was, Ididn’t make it a habit of coming to this dump and the man who told me where he’d heard the titbit of information didn’t give any more description of the girl who had told him.

Granted, he hadn’t said much else after my knife found its way intohis throat, but that was beside the point.

Vicky quickly cottoned on to my look,smart girl, and looked aroundthe club.

“She…She must be out the back or with a customer in one of theprivate booths, I can’t see her.”

“I need you to find her,” I instructed the girl, leaving no room forarguing. Not that she would, not if she wanted to live at least.

“Yes, of course, Sir.”

“Thank you, Vicky,” I said as I released her wrist.

“It’s Vixen,” she snapped back, causing me to narrow my eyes andglare at her. The girl squeaked before disappearing into the crowd.

I watched her go, trying to keep my eyes peeled for a redhead butfailing miserably to see much in the darkness of this fucking place. How anyone could come here on a regular basis was beyond me.

Just as Vicky or Vixen, whatever the fuck her name was,disappeared through a door, the music came to an end and the girl on stage took her time to thank the audience as she bent over and collected all the dollars that had been thrown on the stage.

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